Before long, Cobault’s streets were swept by the high winds that characterised Autumn’s approach. Debris rattled on the cobblestones, thrown under the wheels of carriages and making the streets somewhat more hazardous than usual. Ladies’ long skirts twisted around their legs, tripping the unprepared and making men stare with knowing smiles to see the outlines of appendages hitherto unseen. These men had to be careful to remain at least somewhat self-aware and mind their hats, however, for not a few were stripped from their wearer’s very heads. Chill fingers of air groped pedestrians, raising gooseflesh in their wake.
This was an unfriendly season, and Euphemia was more aware of that than her peers – because of her peers, in actuality.
So I think I can handle moving forward in time, now, to some degree. It’s been one of my struggles, and I have to say it took reading all of Harry Potter to give me the idea. Every single book, J.K. Rowling uses the time device of the seasons to shift us through the academic year:
“As they entered November, the weather turned very cold.” (The Philosopher’s Stone)
“October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle.” (Chamber of Secrets)
“Two weeks before the end of term, the sky lightened suddenly to a dazzling, opaline white and the muddy grounds were revealed one morning covered in glittering frost.” (The Prisoner of Azkeban)
And so on. Notice how much purpler the prose of these descriptions get with every book? Oh, J.K. Rowlz, I suppose the fame started to get to your head a wee bit there. Not complaining, mind – I think the word “opaline” is sorely underused.
It makes a lot of sense but I don’t want to rely upon it. Just like I began to notice that every single HP book relied upon seasonal prose to move forward through time, it can become clunky and expected.
And readers are a fickle bunch, and you can’t let them get what they expect – they’ll get bored and leave you! Contrary bastards.
In other news, as noted by the excerpt, I’m writing Cobault again! It’s kind of a big deal, because I’ve been a bit Blah and not writing for a week or so now. You can generally tell how productive I’m being, writerly, by how many posts I’m posting here in a given week. I think this week there has been a grand total of two. So not very productive.
However, I’m feeling rather proud of the scarf I’m knitting. It’s very fuzzy and actually looks like a scarf. It’s impressive.