One thing I am learning is to never, ever say you “don’t have much on this month”. It’s dangerous to tempt fate, as those in my Wolf Spear sagas know. She is devious and will strike without warning. Ergo, you can one day be admiring all the clean, empty boxes on your wall calender and on another find it hard to see where one day ends and the next day begins! The Norns have scribbled all over your diary, like a spider sprinting through an inkwell and onto your blank page. You have much to do and little time to do it in.
This is how I feel about 2015. Where has it gone? We are heading towards what our ancestors called the dark half of the year, All Hallows Eve or ‘Samhain’ to my heroine Morwyneth. The veil thins and we are closer to spirits. It’s a time when she and the rest of the Wulfsuna would leave edible offerings to evil spirits in the hope they would eat and leave, and also a time to feel closer to loved ones who have left us for the Otherworld. The coming and going of life is celebrated with a feast akin to a modern wake and baby shower combined. For the Celts. November 1st was the start of the year, so perhaps it is natural to have a ’round-up’ of the year’s events. Well, here goes!
Following the most enjoyable WULFSUNA book signing at Big Comfy Books in March (paperbacks still available there if you’re in/near Coventry) came London Book Fair 2015. My publisher SilverWood Books had a fabulous display on their stand. Having been published in January 2015, they gave WULFSUNA centre stage on the coffee table. Most considerate of them.
To boost creativity, I took a few trips out and about. One soggy summer’s day I visited Alcester in Warwickshire. Although a bustling market town, for me it retains a village charm. Meandering through the high street, Tudor buildings greet you inside of which are modern pharmacies, shoe shops, gift shops and quirky tea rooms with very good fare.
During the Roman Empire it was a walled town and fort known as ‘Alauna’. Located on Ryknild Street, it connected to the important trading route ‘Fosse Way’ at Bourton-on-the-Water. It’s modern name is derived from the nearby river Alne and the Saxon suffix ‘ceastre’ meaning Roman fort or town. My Wulfsuna would have travelled southwards through it on their way to the harbour market, where they find a saturated Seer on the roadside. Unlike Morwyneth, I was able to dive into a coffee shop to avoid saturation. And Alcester remained beautiful even in the rain.
My next adventure was at another Roman town, Letocetum at Wall in Staffordshire, which I’ll cover in the following post. Thank you for stopping by. Did you have a busy summer? How do you keep the creative generator going? I’d love to hear from you!