Down the Road We Go

Next week is an exciting one: I get the manuscript for Feast of Darkness, Part I & II back from its first editor. It’s been months without my baby, and while I’ve found things with which to entertain myself, I haven’t written much of anything. At least weekly blogging and some articles I’ve been penning on the side have kept me busy. But I get to dive back into Geadhain. I get my first feedback on how my opus wraps up. Beyond all the structural stuff that I’ll need to dig through, I want to know the burning questions. Is it satisfying? Is it grand enough? And most important to me: does it make you cry at the end?

Morigan, Mouse and the Wolf are the three axes around whom the fates swirl; it’s the melancholy-sweet finale for those three for whom I’m most concerned. They are the hope, humanity and connection to the earth represented–and relatively respective to their previously listed names–in (Im)mortal form. Mostly, they’re a family. Two lovers and a sister shared with each. In the last two novels, once Morigan, Mouse and the Wolf are all united, they are inseparable until–and even during–the end.

So, yes, I want tissues being crumpled in abundance. I wanted to write something that would both wrench and exult the heart. If I’ve done that, if by the time you red ‘fin’ you’re weeping with joy and sorrow, then you’ve taken the full journey through Feasts and run a gauntlet of battering emotions similar to our heroes’ trials. You know them enough to cry for/with them (not that anything too dire is going to happen–or is it?). They are your companions and friends as they have been mine, if only for a little while longer in my case. If I’ve made them real , then I’ve done my job, and you’ve certainly done yours as a silent traveller through Geadhain’s tumultuous war.

And it’s not all tears and heart-wrenching. These stories are about hope, and pushing past the fear of death/ doom/ evil. So don’t give up your hope, either, not until the last page. Finally, at the end of Feast of Darkness, Part II, there’s a glimmer of what’s to come as well as a stage being set for the 2nd arc.

Remember: this isn’t the last of Geadhain’s wars and turmoil, only the beginning…

All my love,


P.S. On the subject of wars and turmoil, I’m not going to leave unmentioned the appalling movements of racist groups to the south, nor the looming and dire forecast of a potential third world war. As usual, I would rather contemplate these grave situations before commenting on them, though you can be assured that I will in the weeks to come. 

An optimist, even as the world burns. I suppose we could learn something from his cheeriness.