Not terribly pertinent to Trycanta Tuesday, but I win my Personal Novel Writing Month! 50,000 words in twenty-four days, or rather eighteen, as I haven't been writing very much over the weekends due to new dogs and household chores. You'll get another snippet and more info on Thursday, but I just had to crow about it.
So, back to the proper topic for the day. I've covered lyrror, mazor, and Linmyra, which are the "big three" of Trycanta, if you will: the two nonhuman races, and the language of one of them. What else should I talk about? Perhaps a bit of the history of the world would be in order... but should I be Watsonian, or Doylist?
Watsonian and Doylist are descriptive terms for the ways in which an author can speak about or explain her world. Watsonian speech assumes that the world is real, like Dr. Watson chronicling the doings of Sherlock Holmes; Doylist speech treats the world as fictional, subject to the laws of story, as Arthur Conan Doyle saw Holmes.
Thus, in a Watsonian sense, the world of Trycanta began billions of years ago, like all planets, when its star spun off enough mass to conglomerate into a proto-planet, etc, etc. Moving along, the lyrror and the mazor evolved, each in their own original habitats. Eventually they came into contact... and hated each other on sight.
The two populations spread out, each colonizing various portions of the world with its three continents. Almost everywhere that they discovered one another, wars broke out, only made worse by the existence of an energy field permeating all states of matter, which lyrror or mazor born with a particular gift could manipulate at will.
Strangely, lyrror never seemed to be born with the ability to affect gases through this energy, though those who could handle solids, liquids, or plasmas were well known. Equally odd was the lack of mazor whose knack with the energy was for solids, though abilities with liquids, gases, and plasmas were quite possible.
At last, a "final weapon" was devised, by one side or the other (each side of course claims the other thought of it first, and the truth may never be known). Two agents were designed, both subtly poisonous, not harming those they touched but altering, by the use of this same energy field, the chemistry and biology of their bodies.
The agent used by the lyrror was dependent on the social structure of the mazor for its worst effects, for it caused the eggs of the mazor to hatch three times as many female children as male. As mazor, by long and strict custom, are both matriarchal and monogamous, the surplus of mazir threatened to capsize their society.
The mazor, whether they struck first or second, landed a far more devastating blow, for their agent brought about the opposite effect on the lyrror, with three male births for every female. Such a ratio, in a species which bears live young, would most likely have devastated the race within a few generations at best.
But as the first generation touched by the agent came to its young adulthood, one young mazi flew out of her home city one night, determined to find an answer to her sisters' problems, and one young lyrre slipped out of his family's cave at dawn, vowing to discover some solution to the troubles faced by his brothers.
As you may have guessed, the two young people found one another, and their efforts together did indeed find what they were looking for: a third race, one which shared characteristics with both mazor and lyrror, which could understand them both, and, with the proper use of the Trycantan energy field, even interbreed with them both.
Want to know more? Then watch for this year's Christmas collection, In the Bleak Midwinter, coming around Thanksgiving to a computer near you. It will contain a story from the POV of one member of that third race. And if, when you get there, it's a surprise to you, well, I have to ask... where have you been?
Next week: the Doylist history of Trycanta, that is, how Anne came up with it in the first place (it may be a trifle hazy, as I was twelve at the time) and how it's evolved over the years (lots and LOTS and lots). Next time: more Playing with Fire, and very possibly a post on fatherhood in Glenscar, to match last week's. Stay tuned!