#amwriting of First Contact

Cortez had just conquered the Aztecs, and their ancient cities were filled with gold.

The Spanish thought there was gold in the Philippines, too.

First sight of the Philippines by the Spanish:

  • Limasawa has the shape of a finger thrust into the ocean; its topography is generally flat. Butuan is much larger, a ring of beach surrounding a mountain wreathed in clouds, whose topmost peaks flash in fading evening light, flash like prince’s metal.

Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.

 

Her MC’s Backstory

Stayed up till the wee hours again, CUTTING. Self isn’t sure when her eyes finally closed, but she must have been writing up till the last, for all the lights in her room were on when she opened her eyes this morning. Also, she’s wandering around like a ghost.

Below, a passage she worked on last night, which she decided to keep.

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Early Map of the Philippines

Other memories he would have been happier to relinquish: Fiesta. Mantilla. Rioja. His mother’s admonishments. He would surrender to these memories helplessly, sometimes angrily. It would have been better for him if he had not, upon seeing the rivers on Isla del Fuego, immediately thought of the Segura and its esteros. If he had not been reminded, upon seeing a cluster of white rocks, of the Piedras Blanca in the foothills of Murcia. If he had not, on seeing the native women, always thought of Dorotea and her thick, black hair, the weight of it in his hands.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

 

 

Camarote de Marinero, p. 167

In Pampanga, mekekeni.

In Tagalog, parita ka.

And in Castilian:

 

Señores, vengan aca.

Vengan pangasi,

Venga kudkuran,

Venga bibingka, guinataan

Suman sa Imus

Tinapay sa bombing matabang!

 

Matias could not help laughing.

“It is about eating bread, and rice cakes, and all good things. Sleep well, Matias,” Father Salazar said.

Today’s Writing: A Character Named Ta-hum

That same night she grabbed the ensign by the feet and began to drag him out of the hut. The scene had a nightmarish quality. For a few moments, Matias thought he was dreaming.

Also Still Writing, Ho Hey

To date, novel is 102,663 words (Before corona virus shelter in place, it was around 97k, essentially finished, but anyhoo. There shall be a sequel!)

From a scene between the Governor General of the Filipinas and self’s MC, Matias:

The Governor General smiled. “When I had not heard from you, I knew you must have found a way to keep yourself busy.”

They drank until it grew dark and the fireflies began to dance.

Stay tuned.

Still More Letters from the Governor General to His Royal Catholic etc. Majesty Philip II

I have located the site of Fray Escay’s old mission. It was on the southern tip of Isla del Fuego, where a wide river (which the natives inform me, though I do not know whether to believe them, is called the No-Name River) empties into the Philippine Sea. None of the structures remain, except for a ruined tower which seems to have been in recent use.

Over 100k Words, Keep Going

Added a new letter from the Governor General to Philip II (after whom the Philippines was named). Self’s main narrative is stuffed with about two dozen of the most circumlocutious letters!

To His Sacred Catholic Royal Majesty:

The Moros begin their yearly raids. They always coincide with the end of the monsoon.

Self’s MC Writes a Letter to the Archbishop of Madrid

This self-isolation thing is the gift that keeps on giving. Self is churning out 16th century correspondence like nobody’s business.

Here’s an excerpt from a letter she — or rather, her Main Character — composed about twenty minutes ago. It’s first draft (though self has been reading 16th century for months now, so the voice is definitely something she is used to). Apologies for the lack of transition between paragraphs. Her MC’s a little, shall we say, distracted!

Your Reverence,

This is not the first time the English have resorted to such methods. In fact, I am told there are half a dozen Spaniards held in such manner. The situation of the prisoners is very precarious, for the English say they have no compunction about hanging them if no ransom is forthcoming.

In other news, the Filipinas is much heartened by the fact that two galleons made it unmolested to New Spain. They will shortly be on their return journey, and I have put in an order for two icons of the Blessed Virgin.

Those English blackguards! They’re nothing but mercenaries!

Also, please hurry delivering those Blessed Virgin icons to Isla del Fuego.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

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