The Shape of Lexember to Come

In the twenty-first century the story of mankind upon this planet undergoes a change of phase. It broadens out. A vision of previously unsuspected possibilities opens to the human imagination. And that vision brings with it an immense readjustment of ideas.

The idea that you could, each and every day for one month in the year, create at least one word for your language and share it with your fellow enthusiasts, took hold. And thus, Lexember was born. Soon, ConWorkShop and others would propose themes for would-be glossopoets for further inspiration, and many would eagerly flock to their banners. Reader, I am one of them.

A nude woman, shackled with a ball and chain, is breaking rock with a pickaxe in a gloomy mine.
Fig. 1. A typical convict labourer (in authentic costume) in the word mines of Rireinu.

So, in two days, see you in the word mines!