Defending the Pentagram

Writing has become a deliberate, detailed issue of late with me.  So many things to monitor, to track; so many people and names to remember.  At this point in my story I have had at least a dozen characters speak, and at least a half dozen of them are major characters.  It’s the way I wanted the story, so if there’s anyone to blame for this mess, it is I.  Put it all on my shoulders, I’ll hump that sucker down the hill, ’cause I can handle the stress.

But, anyway:  the story.  The big battle is nearing the end, and I have a few more people who need to die, a few more characters that need to breathe their last and shuck this mortal coil in as nasty a way as possible.  Then comes the cool-downs, the affirmations, the set up for the November NaNo Novel.

Until then, my Salem Girls (and a few boys, least of all one who’s going out in a big way) are gonna defend the Pentagram.

The Pentagram gets talked up a lot in this story, and will show Pentagram Closeupup a bit in the next novel, too.  What is it?  You can see for yourself in the picture on the right.  This is the center of my school, Sigel–the Salem Institute of Greater Education and Learning–and it’s where all the super kiddies spend their time in study, eating, relaxing, going to the hospital (yeah, that’s going to be important in the next novel), participating in extra-curricular activity (both approved and unproved by the school–there’s lots of empty and hidden rooms above and below ground)and living.

It’s really more of a pentagon, but when one goes all the way back to the founding of this place–which I have, because I’m lovin’ my time lines–it’s makes sense as to why the women who build this place called it the Pentagram.  Which also played a role in the naming of the towers–those things at each point–and calling them covens.

We’re talkin’ real old school here.

As I’ve pointed out before, the Great Hall is about the size of a modern football stadium.  The walk along the gray pathway heading from the hall southward (south is at the bottom) is a little over three hundred feet, and each segment of wall between the towers is around seven hundred fifty feet.  It’s a big place.  It wasn’t when I first designed it, but I wanted it to be an imposing place, so just like Pacific Rim, I went big instead of going extinct.

Not that people aren’t dying at the moment.  Hey, that’s what combat’s all about.  An now the students are getting in on the action, and just like with the instructors, there are good students, and there are bad ones.  And the bad ones–well, it’s not going to end well for them.  They’re probably going to get something a lot worse than detention by the time it’s all over.

The story is coming to an end.  It’s closing in on forty thousand, and may top forty-five thousand before it’s all over.  With a few revisions I might just get it to fifty, but that’s for another time.

Right now I gotta look up joule output; I got a building to blow up.