Hello And Welcome To Cooking With Kaly.  I Decided I Wanted To Make Chouta. It Was An Adventure. 

I don't particularly identify with Melody, but I love her character and think it is super important that she exists (and a young adult novel is exactly the right place for her). Across his books, Sanderson has given us a whole collection of fantastic women who represent a wide range of personalities and strengths. Melody is our stereotypical high school girl. She loves unicorns and pegasus and flowers and drawing and is completely unapologetic about it. She dislikes math and is convinced that she is hopeless at it. She desperately wants to live up to expectations but hates the form they take and thinks they are impossible. She feels lost and alone. She is also amazing.

Spoilers for The Rithmatist under the break.  

She really does struggle with math. It doesn't come easily to her. At the same time though, we get to see that with the right teacher and the right motivation and working at the right pace, she can learn the math. It isn't something she needs to or should just give up at. Even by the end of the book, she still isn't great at math. She has improved, but it is a level of improvement that is reasonable given the amount of time she has been working. We see promise for her to improve more as she continues to work at it. It feels real.

Despite this (in some sense because of it) ends up playing a very important role. Everybody knows that rithmatics is all about the math and the precision of getting your lines and curves and binding points in exactly the right place. It is essentially a science. There are Lines of Making and you can sort of affect what they are good at by their shape, but controlling them is essentially an exercise in programing. You have to know ahead of time what you want them to do and you have to give the instructions carefully. Chalklings are notoriously difficult to work with.

Melody sees things differently. She struggles with the science of rithmatics, but excels at the art. Her chalklings are not the rough sketches thrown in almost as an after thought. Every one is a work of art. They are elegant and detailed and at least approximately anatomically correct. She believes in them. She whispers instructions and they do her bidding. For Melody, working with chalklings, the thing everyone knows is a lost cause, comes naturally. Her role is just as important as Joel's in their final battle, and the fact that she can do magic and he can't is only a very small part of why. Her wonderful unicorns were just as important as Joel's fancy defense circle and carefully placed shots.

Melody is the woman on the programming project who makes sure the user interface is intuitive and functional even if she doesn't do much of the actual programming. She is the mathematician or the physicist who struggles with the more involved computations, but can easily see the symmetries that turn a nasty problem into a much more straight forward one. She is the inventor who sees beautiful, functional things in the natural world and asks why we don't just do it that way. She is Important even as she is very much a stereotypical girl.

Melody is there for all of the high school girls who are convinced they can't do math (or other traditional subjects) and that their passions don't matter. She is there to show them that if they work at it, they can succeed at the areas they feel hopeless in and that their passions do matter. At the same time, she reminds the rest of us that the more unusual perspectives and talents are important. They can provide solutions that simply do not occur to more conventional people.

Shallan's Journey: Chapter 4, In Which Pattern Gets to Play

This morning started as the last few had, with Shallan meeting the others for breakfast and then returning to the library to study English with the girls while Molly tried to wrangle the boys into helping her clean the house. Today, however, there was something going on that called Molly out of the house and left the kids to their own devices. Sirius was still home, of course, but he spent most of his time upstairs moping with Buckbeak and when he did come out was rather more likely to cause mischief than to be a responsible adult. As the oldest Weasleys left in the house, Fred and George had decided this meant they had free rein to do as their hearts desired. Naturally, this meant that Ginny had bright green hair and Hermione's pens were dancing away from her every time she reached for one. A few minutes ago, Hermione had finally snapped and begun laying into the twins about how irresponsible they were being and trying to insist that they set everything to rights and then leave them alone. Ginny had joined in and now there was a full scale argument making it difficult for Shallan to think. She narrowed her eyes as she contemplated the best way to handle this.

Shallan had been reluctant to use any of the moderate supply of stormlight she had brought with her in case she ended up really needing it later, but she decided that it probably wouldn't hurt anything to use a small bit of it. She flipped to a clean page of her notebook and drew out a fierce image of Molly shaking her finger along with a few other quick sketches that would allow the image to move. “Pattern,” she whispered, “would you like to startle them?” Pattern buzzed excitedly in response, but Shallan quickly shushed him. “We are going to sneak out into the hall where I'm going to attach an image of their mother to you and then...” she continued to whisper instructions as they sneaked around the argument and out into the hall. She infused Pattern with stormlight and triggered the illusion before quickly slipping back into the room to watch the results.

She had just gotten back to the table when Molly's voice boomed from the door, “Fred! George! What is the meaning of this?! I told you to leave the girls alone!”

Everyone immediately froze and looked toward the door while Fred and George jumped away from the others, “Mum!” “We didn't know” “you were” “already back!” “Of course” “we were” “being nice” “to the girls” “anyway, but...” they trailed off in confusion as the image of their mother flickered out and died and they noticed Shallan trying and failing to hide her snickering.

Ginny was the first to figure out what must have happened, “Whoa! You can do wandless magic? That was a really impressive illusion! How did you do it? What else can you do?!”

Shallan shrugged. She was getting much better at understanding English, but was still shaky when it came that fast and still not particularly confident speaking it herself. “It is... not your magic... Ummm...” she pulled out the sphere she had already pulled some of the stormlight from. “I am a...” she searched briefly for an appropriate English word and gave up “lightweaver, so I use these,” she held up the sphere, “to... to make things.”

Hermione began bouncing on her toes, “Oh! But that's fascinating! May I see it?” She held out her hand in question. Shallan handed the sphere to her and Hermione examined it carefully. “Oh wow. That looks like an emerald! And it glows... Can you show us how you do it?”

Shallan nodded, “Sure,” as she took the sphere back, “um, what should I make?”

Ginny grinned at her, “Can you show us your boyfriend?”

Shallan gave her a slightly sad smile and turned to her notebook to draw out the sketch of Adolin that she would need for the illusion. She breathed more of the stormlight in from the sphere so that she was just slightly glowing and breathed it out as she created an illusion of Adolin standing there grinning at them in his impeccable Kholin blue uniform. Storms. She had been so caught up in dealing with everything that, even when telling the girls about people from Roshar, she hadn't realized how much she missed him. Seeing her illusion standing there now though... It looked just like him, of course, except that the storming man never stood that still...

She sighed and buried her head in her arms on the table as she wondered what Adolin and Jasnah and the all of the others were doing. She knew Jasnah wouldn't give up on her, but, storms, she didn't know where she was, how did Jasnah have any chance? A gentle touch on her shoulder pulled her back and she looked up to see that Ginny had slid into the seat next to her and was now giving her a concerned look. Shallan didn't have the English to fully explain, so she just shrugged as she whispered, “I miss them.” She let Ginny pull her into a hug as she put herself back together. It wasn't easy, but then nothing in her life ever seemed to be.

The others looked on somewhat helplessly as Ginny comforted Shallan. Hermione desperately cast about for a distraction. She wasn't good at these things like Ginny was, but she did know that her own usual response to being upset was to throw herself into a project. From her interactions with Shallan over the last few days, she figured there was a good chance that Shallan was the same way. Her eyes flew around the room for inspiration and finally lit on the wand that Fred was holding loosely at his side. “Oh! Of course!” She blushed as everyone immediately turned to look at her, “Well, it just occurred to me that we know Shallan has something like magical abilities, but we haven't done anything to test whether she can use our magic.” She looked beseechingly up at Fred, “Could Shallan borrow your wand for a minute, just so we can see if she can use it?”

Ginny rolled her eyes at Hermione,“Really? You think this is what we should be doing right now?” In the mean time, Pattern had buzzed over to Shallan and explained what Hermione was suggesting. Shallan gave Ginny a small smile, “It's ok, I want to know too,” and then looked eagerly over to Hermione. This was good. As long as she didn't think about home she would be fine. Pattern would probably fuss at her later for having too many lies, but it wasn't like there was anything productive she could do.

Fred shrugged curiously and handed Shallan his wand, “Just be careful with with.” Shallan nodded seriously as she reached to accept it, “I will.” When her hand closed around the handle, her eyes widened and she stared down at the wand. She swore she could almost feel it vibrating. “Pattern, what is this thing? It looks like a fancy stick, but...”

“Mmmm, it says it is a wand.”

“Well, yes, that is what they told us, but what is it?”

Pattern seemed to shrug. Shallan could never quite figure out how his twisting mass of lines mimicked human gestures, but he managed it some how. “It says it is a wand.”

Shallan rolled her eyes. Sticks, even fancy, magical sticks, were hopeless. She looked back up at her new friends. “Sorry. I was...distracted.”

Hermione smiled, “That's ok. Do you feel anything from the wand?” Shallan pursed her lips, “Yes, but I don't have the words...”

“Ok, well, let's try something. Your magic system seems to involve light, so let's start there.” Hermione grabbed a pencil, “You move the wand like this and say 'lumos' and the tip of the wand should light up.”

Shallan tried unsuccessfully. She gave a slight sigh. There was no promise this was going to work, and even if it did, she shouldn't have been expecting it to work on the first try. George pulled out his own wand and stepped over to her. “First off you should be holding the wand like this,” he held his wand out in front of him so that she could see and imitate. “Then you move it like this.” He demonstrated the motion and the encouraged her to do it with him, “You don't want to whip the wand around too fast, but you do want a nice smooth motion.” They practiced the motion a couple of times before George was satisfied. “Now, when you get to this point in the motion, you say 'lumos'”. George demonstrated and the tip of his wand lit up. Shallan concentrated as she tried again and, to her delight, the wand tip actually lit this time! Interestingly, casting the spell almost felt like pushing stormlight into something...

She grinned before narrowing her eyes briefly at the wand in contemplation and then laying it carefully on the table. She grabbed her sketchbook and drew out a quick sketch of an axehound. She picked the wand, still lit, back up and, imagining that the light on the end of the wand was stormlight, pushed it out into an illusion of an axehound.

Shallan's whoop of victory was drowned out by Ginny's shriek. Even though she knew on some level that it was just an illusion, she leapt backwards and her voice trembled slightly as she squeeked out, “What is that thing?! It looks like something Hagrid would love...” The twins examined the new image excitedly and Hermione looked it over cautiously. Shallan grinned at them, “It's just an axehound. My brother,” her voice caught slightly, but she pushed it away and kept going, “my brother used to raise them. We keep them as pets back home.”

Having recovered from sudden appearance of the strange creature, Hermione looked back up at Shallan with eyes shining in excitement, “Regardless of what it is, you made it with Fred's wand instead of one of your glowing marbles! We have to get you a wand!”

At this point Ron wandered into the room, “What is all the screaming about?” Ginny gave her brother an unreadable look and pointed at the axehound in the corner. “Oh bloody hell!” He scrambled back towards the door. “That thing has way too many legs! Did Hagrid stop by?”

Ginny smirked at him. Her brother's reaction helped her get past her own, “Nope. Shallan used Fred's wand to create it. It is apparently like a dog where she comes from.”

Ron shook his head. “No way anyone would keep something like that as a pet.”

Ginny rolled her eyes, “I know we wouldn't, but if you grew up with them they would seem normal.”

“If that thing is normal, her world must be completely creepy.”

“Ron! Shallan is right here! If you can't be nice you can just bugger off again.”

Ron threw his hands up in the air and grumbled as he stormed off, “The crazy alien girl shows up with creepy creatures and suddenly she is all anyone cares about....”

Ginny shook her head as she turned back to Shallan. “I'm sorry about my brother. He isn't good at accepting new things.” Shallan nodded with a sigh. “I understand. I also have several brothers and, umm.. they are not always exactly...” she trailed off. She did not want to try to explain her family.

Hermione cut in, “Let's go find Sirius. Maybe he will know how we can get Shallan her own wand.” She led them farther up the house than Shallan had yet been. “You've met Sirius at dinner a few times, but he tends to keep to himself. I don't think he's very happy here.”

As they entered the room, Shallan's eyes were immediately drawn to the large creature in the room. Hermione had immediately turned to talk to Sirius, but Ginny caught Shallan's arm before she could rush over to it. “Whoa, Shallan. Buckbeak is friendly, but you have to meet him properly. Like this.”

She walked slowly until she was in Buckbeak's direct line of sight and then bowed. Buckbeak blinked at her and returned the bow, so she stepped in to stroke his neck.

While Shallan was watching this, Pattern buzzed up beside her “Is that a horse chicken?”

“I don't know anymore than you do, but it certainly looks like it. Storms. And they thought my axehound was strange...” Ginny gestured for Shallan to come closer and bow. It took a little longer this time for Buckbeak to respond, but he eventually did and Shallan stepped closer to join Ginny in stroking his neck. “Ginny, what kind of creature is Buckbeak?” Ginny looked at her slightly surprised, but then shook her head, “I guess you wouldn't know, would you... Buckbeak is a hippogriff.”

Shallan frowned as she examined him. “He can't be happy in this room. Does he even have space to stretch his wings?” Ginny sighed. “I think so? The reason he is here is complicated.” Shallan was distracted from her thoughts by the sound of her name.

“Hey, Shallan!” Hermione called. Shallan promised Buckbeak she would be back later, he was a fascinating creature, and walked over to Hermione and Sirius. “Can you show Sirius your axehound?”

She still had Fred's wand so she nodded as she carefully lit it with Lumos and then pushed the light from the wand into the image. Behind her she heard Buckbeak snort and Ginny calm him.

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “That's a mighty unusual way to use magic.”

Shallan shrugged. “It works.”

“Ah, that it does.”

Hermione cut in impatiently, “Do you see why we need to get her a wand? It's silly for her not to have one when she is capable of that!”

Shallan looked at them, “How would I get one?”

Sirius frowned at her, “That's the question, isn't it. I have more money than I know what to do with, so that's not a problem, but people usually get a wand by going to Ollivander's, and I'm not sure how we are going to get you to Diagon Alley. I'd take you, but Dumbledore won't let me leave the house.”

“Why not?”

“I was accused of a crime I didn't commit. You see...” he proceeded to explain the mess his life had been since the decision to make Peter the real secret keeper. At the end of his story he shook his head “I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. It can't be very interesting.”

Pattern buzzed appreciatively “Mmmm... so many layers of lies...I like this one...He would fit with your guards back on Roshar.” Shallan laughed helplessly at Pattern's comment. “He would, wouldn't he...Oh why do I keep finding myself in this kind of position...” She looked back over to Sirius. “I, ah, might be able to help with a disguise that would let you go out without being caught.”

Sirius's eyes lit up at the idea of being able to escape the house, but Hermione cautiously chimed in, “We'll have to make sure it holds long enough and isn't easily dispelled.”

Sirius wilted when Shallan nodded, but looked back up slightly hopeful when she added. “Yes, but we can test it. If we have enough light, I think it could work.”

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Potions: A Curious Tale - Adventure through an enchanted world where your wits are your greatest weapon and combat is not always the answer. - http://kck.st/1oIP0qQ

The leading creative director of this project is Renee Gittins. She was a frosh at Harvey Mudd my senior year so while I didn’t know her well, she and I have several mutual friends who are excited about this. From what I’ve seen on the kickstarter, this game looks like it has a lot of potential so I wanted to spread the word.  

xkcd’s data recovery program gave me the prompt “Somewhere, this exists.”  hehehe

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It has come to my attention that the current logo used on the Coppermind (our wiki for all things Sanderson) was intended as a stopgap measure when it was added five years ago. We are planning to finally fix this and to do a redesign of the main page of the wiki. If you would be interested in helping/being part of this conversation (you don’t have to know about wikis), please reply to this post or shoot us an ask over at harmonys-coppermind :-) Any interest?

This feels like a crazy long shot, but do I know anyone who plays Pokemon Go in the Uxie region?

Hi, I'm auditioning for the role of Spook, Survivor of the Flames, and I'll be singing "Village Lanterne" by Blackmore's Night.