Today begins my journey into Ath-o’Lea. That’s the name of the fantasy world where my characters of Shadows in the Stone dwell. This journey contains about 130,000 words and 42 chapters. It spans twelve years and about 300 miles. I’ll travel by foot, waggon, magic portal and horseback. Along the way I’ll see a child born, loyal men killed, a kidnapping and a chase.
I’ll witness heated arguments, passionate moments, sword fights, emotional turmoil and both innocent and evil magic. My path will cross that of honourable men, dutiful women, innocent children, humans, thieves, murderers, dwarfs, lords, hauflins, troglodytes, lost souls and stubborn ponies.
From previous experiences, I’ve learnt visits to Ath-o’Lea are detrimental to my life on Earth. Meals get skipped, laundry piles up, cupboards run out of glasses and plates, children are neglected, email goes unanswered and gallons of midnight oil get burnt.
I didn’t blog the last time I fully entered Ath-o’Lea, so I didn’t have to worry about posting. I needed only to remember to get my kids on the school bus with some sort of food called lunch and write 500 words once a week for my Roots to the Past column. A blog – two blogs – adds another source of distraction.
So what’s a worlds traveller to do?
For starters, I’ve decided to reduce my blog posts to once a week per blog: Monday for my writer~dreamer blog and Friday for my Roots to the Past blog.
Column notices will still appear on Tuesday on the Roots to the Past blog, but that’s all I can promise.
Updates on my progress in Ath-o’lea will appear randomly on my writer~dreamer blog.
Although I will attempt to visit the blogs of others, I can’t make any promises. I can only say I will file them in my will visit later blog file.
In a way, this writing stage is like hibernation. I don’t talk to many people and socialising is out of the question. Anything that tries to remove me from Ath-o’Lea is frowned upon. When one of my children ask things such as when will my favourite jeans be washed, I’ll mumble something about getting the words right to a spell or question whether a dwarf would eat rutabaga. Eventually, they leave me alone and silence returns to my writing world.
Shortly after winter gives way to spring I will return with a fully edited manuscript ready for the editor. Until then, happy blogging and good writing with your current work in progress.