The Rooted Age… The moment the glyphs finally behaved

Around hour thirty-something

of wrestling with font software, I found myself questioning all the life choices

that had brought me to this moment. 

“Whose stupid idea was it to turn my entire language into a font?” 

(It was mine.

I can’t blame anyone else…

but that didn’t stop me from trying to. lol)

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Nothing in The Rooted Agehas tested me as fiercelyas trying to convince various pieces of software

that yes,

these strange little glyphs ARE real letters,

and yes,

I would very much like to type with them,

and no,

I will not accept your error message as my destiny!

There were momentswhen I stared at my screen thinking,

“Why did I think making a font was a good idea?

WHY!!??”

But…

I kept going.

Glyph by glyph,

vector by vector,

export after import

(many of them wrong, broken, upside down,or missing entirely...don’t ask)

and then…

something finally clicked.

The shapes aligned.

The spacing behaved.

The program stopped giving me the digital equivalentof a raised eyebrow

(and the occasional “computer says no”).

And suddenly...

the language could be typed.

A real, functional font.

The first written systemof The Rooted Agebrought into the modern world

through sheer stubbornness,

umpteen cups of coffee,

and an unwise amount of swearing.

And I’m proud of it.

Deeply, quietly proud.

Because creating a language is one thing…

but shaping it into something I can actually type?

That feels like quite the achievement!

I very nearly gave up...

creating this was hard,

and there were moments I honestly thoughtI wasn’t going to be able to do it.

But something in me kept telling me to keep going.

When I look at the finished font now...I don’t just see glyphs.

I see perseverance.

I see all the times I refused to quit.

(Which feels strangely fitting…for a language shaped by resilience.)

For me, this whole thing became a lesson in showing upeven on the days your confidence doesn’t.

Anyone else have those days?