I've only just started writing. Made my 1,000 word limit for the session and wanted to update here. This is the first I've written all day--actual countable progress, anyway. I spent most of the day starting on my detailed reverse outline for my WIP kit. I still need to hunt down the glossary and the character list, but I've gotten a great deal done. The first nine chapters of my WIP have are now where they belong: In a notebook so I don't have to hunt through them onscreen. Whee. Soon, the glossary and character list will join them.
I changed the scene with Keiki and Hiyo, and they seem to have developed a nice friendship. Lady Noyoku, Barukei's mother, made no attempt to hide her intent to fix Keiki and her son together. Ha. Keiki's ideas had enough merit to satisfy her, but she hopes. LOL I like her, but I don't think I could be that crafty for a whole novel. I still wrote her better than I think I did the sword-dancing between Keiki and Hiyo--it's hard to create a warrior's dance when one doesn't have any experience in either fighting or dancing with matching swords in her hands. I don't think I made too much of a fool of myself, however; the dances are more like prescribed, stylized battles, wherein the opponents go not for first blood, but for ultimate dominance of position. Sort of like chess. It's a strategic game, and while neither of them are betworthy competitors, they both posess skill and grace in the dance. One's initial stance often determines one's final stance, based on what one's opponent does. When they abandon the rules and try to "match" or mirror one another's moves, the dance becomes something else, for they move their feet in specific patterns. Those who only dance are well-paid entertainers, and, instead of topless dancers, Imotinans of all ages and both sexes frequent dancing Halls to see sword-dancers perform, either in game or in entertainment.
I'm sure it would be a beautiful thing to see. I just wouldn't want to be one of the two or more dancers competing or performing. They get to wield swords slightly longer than the Claymore. Two of them. One hand each. No wonder most professionals retire and do something more mundane after ten years of showmanship. Then again, they can afford to.