Strange searches

What to call this place? Besides, HOME!

How does a writer, or storyteller (in my case), spend his/her free time? Well, aside from Twitter, Facebook, or other ventures to waste precious minutes we should be writing, there are those strange searches. I spent plenty of time this week looking up druids, shaman, tribal headgear, and synonyms for campfire. Invention is a wonderful thing, but sometimes writing about what we already know is better. History holds within weathered hands a boundless list of human tradition and events that should feed the writer's search for realism. Strange but true, realism is the key to good fantasy. Can anyone say, oxymoron?

Well, now I stand on the slope of Mount Equinox, or more appropriately, the characters I have grown to know so well. Strange rituals, stranger alliances, and an altogether nasty creature called Grunthagamor -- I hope it all makes for a fun read. (and easier whenever my glossary is done) If you want a hint as to where I am going, chapter two of book one (page 35, hardcopy) describes the Lords of Nordhiem and the accursed Lord Turran-Set. We get to know him better in book three, and I am excited to watch where this goes. Coming soon to a reader near you...

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February 7, 2012 at 5:53 AM

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