...and things have been busy. First off, The Druid's Son is now showing as "in stock" on amazon.com, and has three reviews from early readers. Take a look!
Saturday I spent in Cheyenne at the SCA's Hunter's Feast - great food as usual, and no snow this year. It was good to see old friends, and I had fun performing a brief extraction from the next Storyteller book in the bardic competition. All told, an enjoyable day. Sunday and yesterday went in miscellaneous activities, including book bins and updating inventory. Our next merchant event will be the SCA's Caerthe 12th Night January 5th.
I've spent some time looking at the manuscript to date of the next book, and contemplating philosophical issues, e.g. how closely to Togi's experiences have to match what Gwernin hears as stories 500 years later? Should I even try to make things match up in any detail? And what will readers of the two series think if they don't?
More pictures next time...
-GRG
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Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Tuesday...
We spent the weekend in the Black Hills of South Dakota - one day w/ fair weather, one wet day, and one (the last) beautiful. We got back in time to see about three seconds worth of the eclipse as the sun dropped below the clouds and disappeared behind the mountains. We went up to the Hills for one of our favorite SCA events (some pictures coming later) and also paused on the way back to do a little wine tasting and take some train pictures.
I even got a little work done on the Druid's Son book on my laptop - going to have to revise some bits, but I think the result will be much better. I spent a good chunk of yesterday reading about the Coligny Calendar and trying to get my head around a purely lunar way of measuring time... much more appropriate to the story, but a real mental challenge initially!
I even got a little work done on the Druid's Son book on my laptop - going to have to revise some bits, but I think the result will be much better. I spent a good chunk of yesterday reading about the Coligny Calendar and trying to get my head around a purely lunar way of measuring time... much more appropriate to the story, but a real mental challenge initially!
Monday, January 3, 2011
Monday...
Sunny and cold today, although not as cold as the past few days. Even Titus doesn't like to stay out long under these conditions, and I don't blame him. At least the sunshine should warm the cold frame up somewhat.
Yesterday I actually got a bit of writing done - rewriting mostly, but still the addition and reorganization of words. This is in chapter 7, the place where I made my last attempt in August. It's exciting to actually get moving again on the story, and I'm looking forward to writing regularly every day (or at least every weekday) this month. Other planned activities this month include our annual merchanting at the local SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) group's Twelfth Night celebration, and storytelling at the Colorado Welsh Society's St. Dwynwyn's Day (January 22). Maybe I should add a list of my upcoming events to the sidebar...
Today's picture: another winter garden shot from a couple of days ago.
Now, back to work!
-GRG
Yesterday I actually got a bit of writing done - rewriting mostly, but still the addition and reorganization of words. This is in chapter 7, the place where I made my last attempt in August. It's exciting to actually get moving again on the story, and I'm looking forward to writing regularly every day (or at least every weekday) this month. Other planned activities this month include our annual merchanting at the local SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) group's Twelfth Night celebration, and storytelling at the Colorado Welsh Society's St. Dwynwyn's Day (January 22). Maybe I should add a list of my upcoming events to the sidebar...
Today's picture: another winter garden shot from a couple of days ago.
Now, back to work!
-GRG
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Winter has come back...
...and brought trouble with it. After a fairly mild and dry January, February in Colorado is being its usual snowy, cold self. It's been snowing on and off for about three days now - not hard, but persistently. That wouldn't be so bad, but this morning my furnace died. Had the repairman in, at weekend rates, but no luck. At least they've offered to waive the call-out fee since they'll be doing the replacement. In the meantime, three electric heaters and two canning kettles of water boiling on the stove are keeping things fairly warm. The estimator will come by first thing in the morning.Estrella War, which I mentioned in my last post, was good this year, if not especially profitable from the bookselling point of view. We spent some evenings with a bardic friend, wandering the camps, participating in a competition Friday night (where I came second in the spoken word category with a story) and finishing Saturday night at our own fire with the Outlands Bardic - a circle this year, not a competition. Cold nights but dry, which is important. And a catchphrase from our friend Dolan: "A bored Calontiri is a dangerous Calontiri." But possibly not as dangerous as three caffeine-charged bards.
No writing this week, but I continue to research Druids and Ireland.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Still here...
Where does the time go? Well, last week it went to Arizona, where we attended Estrella War... several days of primitive camping in the Arizona desert with several thousand other people. This year it didn't rain, thank the Gods!
Life has been a little distracting lately, but I'm still busy researching Ireland. Currently reading Gods and Fighting Men, a collection of stories about the Tuatha De Danaan and the Fianna. All these translations/retellings leave out or emphasize different parts of the stories, so reading several versions is a good idea. This one is also notable for bringing a lot of the sentence structures of the original Irish into the English.
Life has been a little distracting lately, but I'm still busy researching Ireland. Currently reading Gods and Fighting Men, a collection of stories about the Tuatha De Danaan and the Fianna. All these translations/retellings leave out or emphasize different parts of the stories, so reading several versions is a good idea. This one is also notable for bringing a lot of the sentence structures of the original Irish into the English.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
A lord's medieval hall in Ireland?
While we were in Ireland, we attended an SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) event. This was the hall, partly set up for the feast. Yes, the chairs are not period, but still the overall feel was quite medieval. The food was good, too.-GRG
Monday, August 10, 2009
Back home again
I'm back from Pennsic War. Had a great time, and I'll blog about it more soon. Also I'll be posting class notes and references for the two classes I taught there: The Early Welsh Bards and Early Welsh Poetry (550-1350 CE). In the meantime, it's good to be home.
-GRG
-GRG
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Back home again
Back from a weekend in the Black Hills of South Dakota at an SCA event called Quest for Camelot. As usual I forgot to take pictures, but here's one I took at the site two years ago.Proof copies of The Ash Spear arrived while I was gone - it's looking good!
-GRG
Friday, June 13, 2008
New Book Cover
Last night I did a first cut at the cover image for the next book. The photo of the spearhead was taken about a month ago at the SCA event we attended in South Dakota. I took 4 shots, then lifted this one with photoshop, put it on a black background and added the lettering. I may tweak the title font a bit, but I'm pleased with the results so far. Photoshop Elements rocks!
The spearhead itself is one of the most beautiful pieces I've seen - if you click on the image to enlarge it, you can see the pattern welding in the blade.
-GRG
Monday, March 3, 2008
About that trip to Arizona...
Here's a bilingual piece about my trip to Arizona last month.
Rhyfeloedd y Seren yn yr Anialwch – yn y LLaid!
Roedd 6500 ohonon ni fan hyn, a roedd hi’n bwrw glaw.
Roedden ni wedi dod sawl cannoed neu filoedd o fillteroedd, o undeg naw o teyrnasoedd, o bob cornel y Byd Gwybyddus. Roedd gynnon ni amryw miloedd o babell, pebyll fawr a phebyll fach, pebyll gwynion a duon, cochion a gleision, a nawr pebyll gwlybion. Yn hapus, roedd y rhan fwyaf ohohyn nhw yn sych tu mewn eto – gweddol sych, o leiaf.
Doedden ni ddim yng Nghumru, doedden ni ddim hyd yn oed yn Glastonbury. Roedden ni yn yr anialwch Arizona, rhwng Phoenix a Tucson, ym fis Chwefror, a roedd hi’r digwyddiad ail-fwyaf y SCA – Estella War, neu “Rhyfel Seren” yng Nghymraeg. Cafodd y digwyddiad ei henw yn wreithiol gan gael ei ddal ym Mharc Mynydd Estrella, ond mae o wedi tyfu yn rhy fawr am y Parc, ac mae’n gael ei ddal heddiw ar ferm alffalffa organaidd yn yr anialwch. Mae’n ddim yn rhyfel yn union, yn wir – mae “rhyfel” yn enw SCA am digwyddiad fawr gan frwydrau rhwng bobl o ddau neu mwy teyrnasoedd. Ond mae fwy na ymladd wrth ryfel SCA – mae popeth sy’n gallu gael ei weld mewn eisteddfod, a llawer mwy hefyd. Dw i’n mynd i weld hen cyfeillion, i ganu fy ngherddau a thraethu fy chwedlau, ac i siopa. Ambell waith i werthu llyfrau eto!
Dechreuoedd y wythnos yn dda, gan tywyll braf – dyddiau cynnes a nosau oer. Ond am Nos Iau dechreuoedd hi bwrw glaw. Roedd hi’n parhau trwy y nos, ac yn ysbeidiol trwy Ddyn Gwener. Wedyn, Nos Gwener, ailddechreuoedd hi yn ddifri. Roedd y ffyrdd i gyd wedi troi i laid – llaid brown, trwchus, gludiog, a dwfn. Roedd ceir yn gael ei lynu ynddo fo, a roedd pobl yn ei wisgo hyd eu penllinau. Roedd Nos Gwener yn hir, yn wlyb, ac yn oer.
Ond Dydd Sadwrn aeth y cymylau’n araf – yn araf iawn - i ffordd. Roedd Nos Sadwrn yn glir ac yn oer, gan lleuad amgrom – nos ardderchog i ganu dan y sêr. A roedd Dydd Sul yn ddydd dda, yn heulog ond dim yn boeth, diwedd da i wythnos dim yn drwg – oherwydd mae llaid dim yn laid, wedi’r cyfan, ac all gael ei olchi o bobl a phebyll, ond bydd cofion da’n parhau.
Byddwn ni’n mynd yn ôl blwydden nesaf.
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Star Wars in the Desert – in the Mud!
6500 of us were there, and it was raining.
We had come some hundreds or thousands of miles, from nineteen kingdoms, from every corner of the Known World. We had several thousand tents, big tents and little tents, white tents and black ones, red ones and blue ones, and now muddy wet tents. Fortunately, the larger part of them them were still dry inside – fairly dry, at least.
We weren’t in Wales, we weren’t even in Glastonbury. We were in the Arizona desert, between Phoenix and Tucson, in February, and it was the second-largest event of the SCA – Estrella War, or “Star War” in Welsh. The event got its name originally from being held in Estrella Mountain Park, but it has grown too big for the Park, and today is held on an organic alfalfa farm in the desert. It’s not a war exactly, in truth – “war” is a SCA name for a large event with battles between people from two or more kingdoms. But there is more than fighting at an SCA war – there is everything that can be seen in an eisteddfod, and much more as well. I go to see old friends, to sing my songs and tell my stories, and to shop. Sometimes to sell books as well!
The week began well, with fine weather – warm dayes and cold nights. But on Thursday night it started to rain. It continued through the night, and intermittently through Friday. Then, Friday night, it began again seriously. All the roads had turned to mud – brown, thick, sticky and deep mud. Cars were getting stuck in it, and people were wearing it to their knees. Friday night was long, wet, and cold.
But Saturday the clouds went slowly – very slowly – away. Saturday night was clear and cold, with a gibbous moon – an excellent night to sing under the stars. And Sunday was a good day, sunny but not hot, a good end to a not bad week – because mud is only mud, after all, and can be washed from people and tents, but good memories last.
We’ll go back next year.
-GRG
Rhyfeloedd y Seren yn yr Anialwch – yn y LLaid!
Roedd 6500 ohonon ni fan hyn, a roedd hi’n bwrw glaw.
Roedden ni wedi dod sawl cannoed neu filoedd o fillteroedd, o undeg naw o teyrnasoedd, o bob cornel y Byd Gwybyddus. Roedd gynnon ni amryw miloedd o babell, pebyll fawr a phebyll fach, pebyll gwynion a duon, cochion a gleision, a nawr pebyll gwlybion. Yn hapus, roedd y rhan fwyaf ohohyn nhw yn sych tu mewn eto – gweddol sych, o leiaf.
Doedden ni ddim yng Nghumru, doedden ni ddim hyd yn oed yn Glastonbury. Roedden ni yn yr anialwch Arizona, rhwng Phoenix a Tucson, ym fis Chwefror, a roedd hi’r digwyddiad ail-fwyaf y SCA – Estella War, neu “Rhyfel Seren” yng Nghymraeg. Cafodd y digwyddiad ei henw yn wreithiol gan gael ei ddal ym Mharc Mynydd Estrella, ond mae o wedi tyfu yn rhy fawr am y Parc, ac mae’n gael ei ddal heddiw ar ferm alffalffa organaidd yn yr anialwch. Mae’n ddim yn rhyfel yn union, yn wir – mae “rhyfel” yn enw SCA am digwyddiad fawr gan frwydrau rhwng bobl o ddau neu mwy teyrnasoedd. Ond mae fwy na ymladd wrth ryfel SCA – mae popeth sy’n gallu gael ei weld mewn eisteddfod, a llawer mwy hefyd. Dw i’n mynd i weld hen cyfeillion, i ganu fy ngherddau a thraethu fy chwedlau, ac i siopa. Ambell waith i werthu llyfrau eto!
Dechreuoedd y wythnos yn dda, gan tywyll braf – dyddiau cynnes a nosau oer. Ond am Nos Iau dechreuoedd hi bwrw glaw. Roedd hi’n parhau trwy y nos, ac yn ysbeidiol trwy Ddyn Gwener. Wedyn, Nos Gwener, ailddechreuoedd hi yn ddifri. Roedd y ffyrdd i gyd wedi troi i laid – llaid brown, trwchus, gludiog, a dwfn. Roedd ceir yn gael ei lynu ynddo fo, a roedd pobl yn ei wisgo hyd eu penllinau. Roedd Nos Gwener yn hir, yn wlyb, ac yn oer.
Ond Dydd Sadwrn aeth y cymylau’n araf – yn araf iawn - i ffordd. Roedd Nos Sadwrn yn glir ac yn oer, gan lleuad amgrom – nos ardderchog i ganu dan y sêr. A roedd Dydd Sul yn ddydd dda, yn heulog ond dim yn boeth, diwedd da i wythnos dim yn drwg – oherwydd mae llaid dim yn laid, wedi’r cyfan, ac all gael ei olchi o bobl a phebyll, ond bydd cofion da’n parhau.
Byddwn ni’n mynd yn ôl blwydden nesaf.
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Star Wars in the Desert – in the Mud!
6500 of us were there, and it was raining.
We had come some hundreds or thousands of miles, from nineteen kingdoms, from every corner of the Known World. We had several thousand tents, big tents and little tents, white tents and black ones, red ones and blue ones, and now muddy wet tents. Fortunately, the larger part of them them were still dry inside – fairly dry, at least.
We weren’t in Wales, we weren’t even in Glastonbury. We were in the Arizona desert, between Phoenix and Tucson, in February, and it was the second-largest event of the SCA – Estrella War, or “Star War” in Welsh. The event got its name originally from being held in Estrella Mountain Park, but it has grown too big for the Park, and today is held on an organic alfalfa farm in the desert. It’s not a war exactly, in truth – “war” is a SCA name for a large event with battles between people from two or more kingdoms. But there is more than fighting at an SCA war – there is everything that can be seen in an eisteddfod, and much more as well. I go to see old friends, to sing my songs and tell my stories, and to shop. Sometimes to sell books as well!
The week began well, with fine weather – warm dayes and cold nights. But on Thursday night it started to rain. It continued through the night, and intermittently through Friday. Then, Friday night, it began again seriously. All the roads had turned to mud – brown, thick, sticky and deep mud. Cars were getting stuck in it, and people were wearing it to their knees. Friday night was long, wet, and cold.
But Saturday the clouds went slowly – very slowly – away. Saturday night was clear and cold, with a gibbous moon – an excellent night to sing under the stars. And Sunday was a good day, sunny but not hot, a good end to a not bad week – because mud is only mud, after all, and can be washed from people and tents, but good memories last.
We’ll go back next year.
-GRG
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Back home...
I'm back from Estrella War, tired and happy and with most of the camping gear still to unpack -- and I don't even know who won! Possibly the mud -- Thursday and Friday were very wet and chilly, and large parts of the camp and the campers were adobe brown by the weekend. I got some good performance time in, though, and have lots of ideas for new stories. I saw a lot of good friends, too, from around the Known World. Attendance was over 6500 according to the website -- not bad for a February camping event in the Arizona desert.
I'm too tired now to be coherent -- more by and by.
-GRG
I'm too tired now to be coherent -- more by and by.
-GRG
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Busy, busy...
No post last weekend - I was trying to combine packing for Estrella War and writing the next chaper. Results: tents packed, but not the camp kitchen gear; chapter only started. So far this weekend, I finished the chapter (see the side bar update, below the two cover pictures) and the kitchen gear is still to be done. Oh, and yesterday I saw a large red fox run through the yard in the middle of the afternoon...
Other new stuff on the sidebar: two Welsh dictionary sites here and here and a link to some lovely Welsh pictures on BBC Wales. I also added a reading list for Dark Ages Anglo-Saxons and a separate link to Benjamin Bagby's Beowulf site, which I heartily recommend.
-GRG
Other new stuff on the sidebar: two Welsh dictionary sites here and here and a link to some lovely Welsh pictures on BBC Wales. I also added a reading list for Dark Ages Anglo-Saxons and a separate link to Benjamin Bagby's Beowulf site, which I heartily recommend.
-GRG
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Back Home Again
Got back last night from Pennsic War after two days and 1475 long miles of driving ... now to unload the truck. Actually, we got the tent out and draped it over the clothes line last night so it can dry properly, but there are still a lot of bins to shift, gear to clean and repack for storage, etc, etc. Probably won't do another camping event until February and Estrella War, but it's never to soon to start planning and preparation.
Why do it? I asked in my last blog. For love. For seeing friends you wouldn't otherwise have met, let alone seen again. For sharing songs and stories around the bardic fire. If you're a fighter, for the fighting. And for most of us at some point, the shopping. But mostly for the people we love, and with whom we share a dream.
More tomorrow, when I've caught up on my email / unpacking / rest.
Why do it? I asked in my last blog. For love. For seeing friends you wouldn't otherwise have met, let alone seen again. For sharing songs and stories around the bardic fire. If you're a fighter, for the fighting. And for most of us at some point, the shopping. But mostly for the people we love, and with whom we share a dream.
More tomorrow, when I've caught up on my email / unpacking / rest.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Pennsic is almost over
Pennsic War is almost over for the year, and tomorrow I start the long drive back to Denver. I should be blogging again as usual on Tuesday, so the silence here will end. Thanks to Rowen for providing the guest blog on textiles, and I hope she will be contributing again from time to time.
As to Pennsic War itself - why would any semi-sane individual drive two days (or more) at current gas prices in order to camp for two weeks in a (frequently) soggy field in Western Pennsylvania's heat and humidity along with 11,000+ other people?
That will be my next blog post!
As to Pennsic War itself - why would any semi-sane individual drive two days (or more) at current gas prices in order to camp for two weeks in a (frequently) soggy field in Western Pennsylvania's heat and humidity along with 11,000+ other people?
That will be my next blog post!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Pennsic Panic
Less than a week now before I leave for Pennsic War, and so many things to do! Sorting and packing the camping gear is not too big a job, given that the tents are still in their bins in the back of the pickup from Glory (hey, why bother to move them?), but other things still need to come out and be checked. Checklists are important - last trip I didn't use one, figuring I knew what I was doing by now, and forgot the hammer! Fortunately I borrowed one from the next camp, but still...
Then there's the last-minute sewing projects, and this year the "bookstore" as well. I'll be taking thirty copies of Storyteller with me and selling them through one of the merchants (also an SCA bard). Busy, busy, busy ... at least the weather's cooler here for the next couple of days, which will help.
Then there's the last-minute sewing projects, and this year the "bookstore" as well. I'll be taking thirty copies of Storyteller with me and selling them through one of the merchants (also an SCA bard). Busy, busy, busy ... at least the weather's cooler here for the next couple of days, which will help.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Guernen Sang It
In Tuesday's post I mentioned that the riddle I was printing was from my poetry collection called Guernen Sang Again: Pryderi's Pigs and Other Poems. This is the second of the two poetry books I have available on Lulu.com; the first is titled Guernen Sang It: King Arthur's Raid on Hell and Other Poems. So what's the logic behind these titles? What is this "Guernen Sang It" business?
The idea comes from the early Welsh poem (or collection of poems) called Y Gododdin. This poem is attributed to someone called Aneirin, who is supposed to have been famous as a bard or poet in 6th century Britain. The only surviving copy of his work is a manuscript called Llyfr Aneinin - the book of Aneirin - which currently resides in the National Library of Wales at Aberystwth. And at the beginning of the manuscript someone has written, "Hon yw y Gododdin - Aneirin ei cant" - "This is the Gododdin - Aneirin sang it." So when I collected my poems for publication - poems mostly written in and for the SCA - I followed my medieval exemplar in the title.
And the "Guernen" part? Not hard - my official name in the SCA is Guernen Cimarguid. But that is a story for another day.
(Answer to Tuesday's riddle - "poetry")
The idea comes from the early Welsh poem (or collection of poems) called Y Gododdin. This poem is attributed to someone called Aneirin, who is supposed to have been famous as a bard or poet in 6th century Britain. The only surviving copy of his work is a manuscript called Llyfr Aneinin - the book of Aneirin - which currently resides in the National Library of Wales at Aberystwth. And at the beginning of the manuscript someone has written, "Hon yw y Gododdin - Aneirin ei cant" - "This is the Gododdin - Aneirin sang it." So when I collected my poems for publication - poems mostly written in and for the SCA - I followed my medieval exemplar in the title.
And the "Guernen" part? Not hard - my official name in the SCA is Guernen Cimarguid. But that is a story for another day.
(Answer to Tuesday's riddle - "poetry")
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Back Again
It was a very good weekend.
Imagine a tent as high and long and wide as a king's hall. A tent of white canvas, made in sections, open at the ends to the night breezes; open here and there between the sections to the night sky.
Imagine pine trees around it, and more stars overhead than you've seen in many, many, many years.
Imagine a fire in the middle of the tent-hall, bright and central as the fire in a British mead-hall. Along the sides of the hall and in the back are chairs. At the head of the hall, a King's and Queen's thrones.
Imagine people in the chairs, and a crowned King and Queen on the thrones. They are waiting, all of them, for a performance. They are waiting, all of them, to choose a Royal Bard.
The first of five competitors rises and steps out beside the fire, and begins to sing. She sings in Welsh and then in the common tongue, a lament made by a bard for a king's son in the very-long-ago. She sits down, and the second bard arises, to declaim poetry. And so it goes, until each has performed twice. The King and Queen retire to consult, and return to announce their decision to the people's applause.
And the night's performances have only just begun.
Stories, songs, poetry, poured out like a bright stream from the cauldron of inspiration. At last the night is old, and the fire is quenched, and all those in the tent-hall stumble off through the darkness to their beds.
Welcome to the Current Middle Ages, and the best of being a bard at an SCA war.
Imagine a tent as high and long and wide as a king's hall. A tent of white canvas, made in sections, open at the ends to the night breezes; open here and there between the sections to the night sky.
Imagine pine trees around it, and more stars overhead than you've seen in many, many, many years.
Imagine a fire in the middle of the tent-hall, bright and central as the fire in a British mead-hall. Along the sides of the hall and in the back are chairs. At the head of the hall, a King's and Queen's thrones.
Imagine people in the chairs, and a crowned King and Queen on the thrones. They are waiting, all of them, for a performance. They are waiting, all of them, to choose a Royal Bard.
The first of five competitors rises and steps out beside the fire, and begins to sing. She sings in Welsh and then in the common tongue, a lament made by a bard for a king's son in the very-long-ago. She sits down, and the second bard arises, to declaim poetry. And so it goes, until each has performed twice. The King and Queen retire to consult, and return to announce their decision to the people's applause.
And the night's performances have only just begun.
Stories, songs, poetry, poured out like a bright stream from the cauldron of inspiration. At last the night is old, and the fire is quenched, and all those in the tent-hall stumble off through the darkness to their beds.
Welcome to the Current Middle Ages, and the best of being a bard at an SCA war.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Off to the War
Probably no more posts on Tre Gwernin until Monday, as I'll be involved in the big northern Outlands event, Glory War, for the next few days. This will include bardic circles, bardic classes, and bardic competitions, among other delights; I'll also spend a certain amount of time wandering around with my harp. More about all these activities when I get back.
Another writing update -- I'm on the last chapter of Flight of the Hawk, and could sit down and finish it now if I wasn't busy packing for war. It still needs some polishing and proof-reading, but I'm very satisfied with the book as a whole. There is a good bit more action compared to Storyteller, and more of an overall plotline, though there are also some new interior stories as well. Although the book starts off where Storyteller ended, I think I've included enough backstory that it should be a good independent read.
In the meantime, happy (what's left of the) 4th of July to all!
Another writing update -- I'm on the last chapter of Flight of the Hawk, and could sit down and finish it now if I wasn't busy packing for war. It still needs some polishing and proof-reading, but I'm very satisfied with the book as a whole. There is a good bit more action compared to Storyteller, and more of an overall plotline, though there are also some new interior stories as well. Although the book starts off where Storyteller ended, I think I've included enough backstory that it should be a good independent read.
In the meantime, happy (what's left of the) 4th of July to all!
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Long Weekend
I'm getting ready now for a long weekend of SCA activity, so there'll probably be no new posts on this blog until Monday. In the meantime, for those of you who haven't seen it, I direct your attention to some of the background on how I came to write Storyteller -- here. The SCA is where I learned my bardic craft, and one of the places I practice it.
And to see what we get up to in August, look here.
And to see what we get up to in August, look here.
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