The seasons turn; with Samhain, the dark half of the year begins. Yet even while the creatures of the earth prepare for their winter rest, this writer is preparing for new work. Yes, it's time I got back to the continuing adventures of Gwernin Storyteller, and the book I laid aside last year to write The Druid's Son, now called The Fallen Stones.
Books can take a long time to germinate, but this one is at least partly written, although some of it may have to be changed a bit. However, my goal is to have it finished and out within the next year. All I will say about the story right now is that it begins with a death and ends with a birth, and much of it takes place in Ireland. Oh, and the first words are: "Taliesin sang it, so it must be true."
Autumn leaves on the apple tree last week: