Swimmingly

By book 10, there'll probably be enough glyphs out there to cobble something like that together, but I agree that the woman's script is the way to go. Thayleneh is more blocky and rune-looking, but less complete - it's a matter of preference.

Good luck with that, hope it goes OK!

Well, if you want Stormlight glyph images to study, you can talk to the good Awesomeness Summoned - search for his thread "Glyphs for Profiles". Someone figured out an English to Alethi cipher key, though for the life of me I can't remember where. And, I assure you, the majority of us feel similarly to you about the WoT series.

A good start might be to set out goals for your writing that have nothing to do with quality - you could say, "my goal is to finish this", or, " my goal is to write 2000 words every day for a week". Get to the point where you don't need to deliberate over things like structure and phrasing, so you can dive into the meat of the piece.

WeiryWriter has it!

Please, enjoy our frenetic shenanigans. And watch out for spikes.

With smoke among mist, I tell stories

Welcome! Watch out for spikes!

"New meat" is an inappropriate term for our Hemalurgic caches, Leftinch.

Remember, for every spambot you see, a war-paint slathered moderator somewhere is crushing its family with the banhammer of righteous justice, screaming in unadulterated rage. Man, I hope they really MEAN casual Fridays where you work.

Welcome to the 17th Shard! Whatever fancy takes you, please indulge it here; there's theories, writing, role-play, and more - we're on a bit of a RP kick here right now, but that's still only a small part of what we have here. Please, enjoy yourself, and watch out for spikes!

The spy that watched Taln, when he tells Amaram where Dalinar supposedly stashed the Shardblade.

I don't get it?

Korb eyed the barkeeper as he danced onto the street, laughing madly and calling for muscle for hire. "Why, exactly, do you need a backer if you have access to this kind of money?" Korb asked.

Honor

Listen to a song you've never heard before, preferably one without words, and write as fast as you can for the duration of the song. Expand on your ideas afterwards.

Korb considered his options. First, he could walk out of the bar right now, taking his new bodyguard with him, go home, spend the next forty years fighting down a sense of boredom while maintaining second place among the sordid politics of this city, and die. Second, he could go with the nebulous plan he'd concocted in the last fifteen minutes and hire the lot of them as a mercenary company, backing them and hiring them out to customers to generate a profit. Third, he could agree to Zakk's odd proposal, with a small caveat. Korb glanced at the burly man, who gave a kind of casual glare back. He looked like the sort who had spent years avoiding death on a not-unfrequent basis - a different sort than the pampered nobility that made up Korb's social circle. Korb really hoped he could grow to like the man. He leaned forward, idly dancing a coin over his knuckles. "I'll fund your expedition, on two conditions." Zakk kept glaring, though it was an interested kind of glare. Korb swallowed. "First, any profit you make off this, I get twenty-five percent of monetary value, right of first purchase of any goods obtained during the expedition that you decide to sell, notwithstanding existing contracts held by yourself or involved third parties, in which case I have the right to contact and negotiate anonymously with the third party. The twenty five percent is nonnegotiable, but can be deducted at a later date in exchange for a renewal of contract under renegotiated terms and objectives." Zakk blinked in surprise, seeming taken aback. "Er," he began, but Korb didn't give him a chance. "Second," Korb said, "I come with you."

To you too, eh?

I was nowhere near as careful building Korb's character. He's what's left after an ambitious man with an ear for political intrigue and a deep guile gets exactly what he wants, and finds that it isn't enough. Korb needs goals to keep himself focused, or his general buffoonery eclipses the craftiness he can command when he needs to. He is a very easy man to underestimate, because, assuming you aren't in his way or necessary for his goals, that underestimation is about right. He has no tragic past - his journey is going to be about completely and utterly being out of his depth, and adapting old skills to the new situation. Besides, I'm sure he can play DANGEROUS LIABILITY to the team whenever it's humourous or situationally appropriate. I look forward to writing him getting chased, punctured, beat up, scorched, and occasionally stabbing someone by accident.

Korb shrugged. "I'll listen to what you're saying, friend, if you'all hear me out afterwards." He sat at the bar, squinted at the rows of bottles on the shelf behind, and jabbed a finger at one, then dropped a few silver-jacketed coins - coracles - onto the bar. A small glass was set in front of him, and he sipped appreciatively. Good stuff. Vhalin slipped onto the bar behind him, and ordered something as well. Korb saw a flash of white gold out of the corner of his eye - the coin from earlier. The bartender leaned and answered a quick series of well-worn quesions from the veiled fellow, finishing with the gold slipping away back into Vhalin's pocket, an almost inaudible sigh from beneath the tight cloth, and the barkeep turning around, looking somewhere between disappointed and incredulous. "So, then. What is it you want to discuss?" Korb asked of Zakk, speaking low and fast. Honestly? the voice at the back of his mind asked. Who do you think you are, some assassin or spy? Stop ruining my fun, Korb told it severely. Disconcertingly, the voice stopped pestering him. Korb was not a mediative man - he doubted that he had that degree of control over his own mind. Which meant that the voice wasn't of his mind? This line of thinking was rather unproductive. Korb shuffled it away to simmer somewhere unseen. Zakk began talking.

A Redtail's Dream is another finished comic that's worth reading. Sort of whimsical and fairytail-esque, but packed with humour and a bit of action. Also, how can I forget Girl Genius?

The Azish Primacy, going from the presumably old assassinated leader to Lift's young friend and theiving partner?

Sorry bout that. I love how drunk on his own stupidity you made Korb sound here - he's being a complete buffoon, and he doesn't even know it. I'll try to write the character voice better next time. Thanks for the practice in figuring out how to be writing things people don't need to edit! Hopefully this will get easier as things progress and we all get to know eachother's characters better.

"Just a man with too much money and too much time," Korb sighed, finally turning away from stunned Zeith. The man seemed to be taking his merry time coming to his wits. "I'm looking to purchase the services of a soldier or three? You do have that mercenary look about you, friend." The man was a little taller than average, but his build was neverless a little too thick and his legs too bowed to seem entirely human. Glyphs were carved all over his armour, in the same spiky style as the one on the massive suit of armour. Weapons decorated the man with the air of jewlery on a noblewoman - interesting, even impressive and pleasing to the eye, but somehow superfluous, even if used well and gracefully. Then again, Korb had seen the kind of magic this man tossed around. Steel, regardless of quality or sharpness, couldn't do a lot against power like that. "I promise you, I pay well and have no plans to put you in any particular danger," Korb added. "Why, I'm the second wealthiest man in the city, and my employees all get the second finest wine in the city regularly as a job benefit!" He glanced at the remnant of the sludge the man had just slugged down his throat. It smoked slightly, emitting a faint stench of mulberries and burning feathers. "Or, failing that, whatever beverage you prefer." Yeah, I get that. Edited post. Also, BreathTaker, the resonant voice was Tool's, I believe, due to the harmonal layering

Look, I keep the software upgraded, as much as I can without the bloat running down my machine, anyway, but the hardware's ancient and I frankly don't have the time or money to add or replace many components. It took forever just to optimise the interface device for communicating with silicon hardware-based systems, and I can still only get text commands across.