While still in school, I discovered the powerful pull of magic, myth, and legend.
Each is distinct, yet they tend to intertwine and tangle until finding the individual threads is all but impossible. King Arthur is the perfect example. It’s still debated whether he and/or Camelot existed, but everything from his conception to his disappearance into the mists of Avalon is shrouded in magic, myth, and legend.
All three of these components can be found somewhere in the past of every culture, and the parallels, despite things that would have forbidden cultural exchanges, are amazing.
As my Ruby Sis, Rita, likes to say, it all comes back to our lizard brain.
Like most students, I learned about the Greek, Roman, and Norse gods and goddesses. I bought Thor comic books (since I had the biggest crush on the flaxen-haired, yummy-muscled version of the god), and watched Clash of the Titans, Jason and the Argonauts, and myriad campy movies about anything remotely associated with Asgaard or Mt. Olympus.
Mythology became my obsession.
Later, we named our one Siberian Husky Loki (the name fit like a glove. Despite that, we still miss him) because once a fangirl, always a fangirl, but life allowed little time for the fantasies of youth; the stuff of magic, myth and legend had no place in a world full of children, bills, and 9-5 jobs.
When I started my Seers series, I had no idea it would take me back beyond the mythology I once loved to a mythology that I had yet to explore. In fact, until I began contemplating book three, I had no idea what, other than the psychic gifts and the primary villain, united the series.
Then I met Kendra O’Neil
Kendra introduced herself to me over lunch at IHOP. No, I’m not kidding. One minute my sweetie and I are discussing his visit with the doctor and eating stuffed french toast, the next I have a blind seer (yeah, I know. Sounds like the mother of oxymorons, doesn’t it?) parked in my brain telling me about herself and the prophecy that, while I knew it existed, had yet to be revealed to me. Kendra recited it, explained what the cryptic words meant, and told me how she knew what had happened.
“‘Tis The Morrigan,” she whispered, her Irish lilt gone flat with dread.
“Heed me, I pray you. ‘Tis The Morrigan, and she must be stopped.”
Now, I have numerous books on mythology, and one of them covers myths pervasive in every known civilization from the dawn of time. Of course, it includes Celtic mythology, so odds are I read about The Morrigan at one time or another but had forgotten about it. With Kendra’s help, my psyche pulled bits and pieces from its vault until I had a picture. Not a complete picture, mind you, but something with which I could work; Kendra’s story had begun to take shape.
My synapses were popping. Excitement banished hunger. I scribbled notes until my sweetie finished eating. Since I can’t write and drive, he played secretary, recording my babbling, during the entire 100+ mile-drive home.
Then, I sat down and wrote the opening of the third book.
I sent those pages to my CP, and as is her wont, she started asking questions. To my surprise, I didn’t stumble even once, the answers ready on my tongue.
The bones were set, but the flesh remained sparse. Three more books on Celtic Mythology joined the other myth books on my shelves. And the story became clearer. As did an unwelcome truth; I had no choice but to revisit the first two books in the series and make a few tweaks (that’s no exaggeration. The tweaks have been few and easily accommodated. My psyche must have been in on Kendra’s plan from the first without me being aware of it) so all three would work seamlessly together.
So, for the next few weeks (at least), this blog will celebrate Celtic Magic, Myth, and Legend. There will be comparisons to those components in other cultures, highlighting the differences as well as the similarities, and comparisons of the same myths told differently within the same culture.
It’s fascinating stuff. Like I said, once a fangirl . . .
I hope you’ll join me and share your knowledge.