Nanowrimo 2011: the icebergs

Yesterday I thought it was funny that I should sit in the Australian heat and write about icebergs. Today it came together a bit more, and while it rained outside the coffee shop and I wrote inside, with an iced coffee because, despite the rain, the weather is still warm, I found that my subconscious was actually reaching for something other than just the ice itself. It was the unknown bits, the out of sight, hidden in the ocean bits. The character who thought she would have a career in mapmaking is wondering how older mapmakers came to map the otherness of the world