Selkie Love!

It's a face that begs to be kissed. And amazing eyes that reflect the vast, mysterious depths of the ocean. This little guy was sick, but recouperating nicely, when I visited the Dingle Wildlife & Seal Sanctuary. He's a young pup--you can see he still has his baby fur--and without the help of the sea goddesses at the Sanctuary, he would have died.

The ugly facts are that Ireland, Scotland, Greenland, Iceland, Norway, Russia and Namibia, all massacre seals, but Canada takes the cake went it comes to sheer numbers. The Canadian commercial seal 'hunt' is the largest mass slaughter of marine mammals in the world. This year alone, they plan to kill over 335,000 seals. For. No. Reason. The Canadian government openly admits this is a make-work project for out-of-work fishermen. And it isn’t just a bullet to the head. These innocent animals are bludgeoned to death; sometimes spikes are hammered into their heads. If you'd like to help stop the slaughter, here's a link that will guide you:

Some years ago, I met an old fisherman in Ballyferriter, a remote area on the Dingle Peninsula. Without being prompted, he talked about how he hated seals for 'eating all the fish in the sea.' Then he spat on the ground, I guess to prove just how much he hated seals. A couple years ago, I helped rescue a seal on the Dingle Peninsula. He'd been left on the beach by his mother and was a wild, frightened creature, bloated with worms and feeling miserable.

Those experiences still haunt me. So I'm writing a thriller about seals. Not just your ordinary, everyday grey seals, although they are included. This modern day thriller involves selkies--those mythical creatures that are seals in the water, but humans on land. According to the lore of the Orkney Islands, selkies are supernaturally formed from the souls of drowned people. In Wales, selkies are humans who return to the sea (kind of de-evolution). And in Ireland, selkies are usually just hapless creatures who get stuck on land and desperately long to return to the sea.
If you really look at their faces close up while they're sleeping, they do look kind of human. So it's easy to see where the myth began. Then again, maybe it isn't myth at all.

Incredible Irish Legends Based in Fact

Remains of the earliest human habitations in Ireland, dating from the beginning of the Stone Age, have been found in quite a few places around the country, but principally in Antrim (in Northern Ireland) and Sligo (the county just to the north of me).
However, all over the island, farmers digging for turf in the boglands, as well as archaeologists looking for historical treasures, have found innumerable artefacts of stone, bronze, gold, silver and bone, all of them relics of the Stone, Bronze and Iron Ages. Many of these artefacts are in museums. Some are on bookshelves, or proudly displayed on a mantle, or maybe lying forgotten under a layer of dust in a shed. The earth of this country seems to spew up ancient objects the way a human might spit cherry pits. And these objects tell amazing stories.

Walking over a natural bed of shimmering quartz crystal, climbing to the top of an ancient cairn (burial hill) a mile from my house, or picking up fossils from the lake shore—these are things that send my mind on wonderful journeys to the past. So many Irish legends are tied to the land and, even the legends that sound the most far-fetched, have a grain of truth to them. When I take the trouble to trace them back to their origins, there’s always an ‘Aha!’ moment. This really could have happened.

Here’s an example . . .
Early Annalists recorded invasions and settlements of the island of Ireland carried out by such tribes as the Parthalonians, Nemedians, Formorians, Fir Bolg, Tuatha de Danann, and finally the Milesians or Celts. The Milesians came on boats from what we think of as ‘Spain’. They introduced implements and weapons of iron to Ireland for the first time and overcome all previous settlers still existing. The iron weapons made it that much easier for them to subdue any and all opposition. These same Celts also brought with them a Celtic language of their own, which would later develop into Gaeilge, or the Irish language which we know today. Looking at it that way, Irish is just another version of Spanish.

The strangest of the early tribes to settle here was surely the Tuatha de Danann (or ‘The People of the Goddess Danu’), who were supposed to be able to understand magic. These are the people who have been associated, more or less, with the Sidhe, the Fey or Fairy Folk. Their amazing tales and deeds were recorded and have come down to us through the ages. You’ll want to remember these folk now, the de Dananns, because whatever or whoever these early settlers were, they have left an astonishing legacy of megalithic tombs, court cairns, dolmens, tumuli, etc., dotted all over the country.

Perhaps the most remarkable structure they left is the enormous tumulus at Newgrange in Co. Meath, which covers an acre of ground. Newgrange dates from 3500 BC, which makes it much older than either the Pyramids of Egypt, or Stonehenge in England. Only a fraction of these tombs and tumuli have been unearthed and explored over the years.
Some of the stones at Newgrange are beautifully decorated with swirling designs that are thought to represent unending life. Ancient Celts and Druids believed that life began, ended, and began again in a continuous process of reincarnation.

In a display of frighteningly accurate astronomy, these ancient construction workers (likely the de Dannan) built Newgrange so that every single year on the winter solstice, the light of the rising sun would penetrate the structure, travel up the 19 meter passage and dramatically illuminate the very centre of the cruciform crematorium at its heart. To Druids and ancient peoples, the winter solstice would have been a terrifically powerful day, a day when the sun was ‘reborn,’ causing each day after the solstice to be a bit longer. This must be the reason why they made the passageway look like a birth canal. 
This phenomenon attracts hundreds of visitors from all over the world on the 21st of December every year.
Building Newgrange, and the other passage graves around the country, was a mammoth undertaking and would have required a great deal of labour over a prolonged period of time. But there is no evidence of a large-scale settlement such as would explain the organisation and sophistication indicated by the tombs. So these people of the Middle Neolithic/the de Dananns remain an enigma.

There are tombs all over Ireland—as far away as Northern Ireland and Sligo to the north, Kilkenny in the east, and Dingle in the southwest. They appear to maintain an exact geographic alignment. That alignment is not necessarily with the astronomical points of solstice and equinox, but with the other tombs.

This indicates that the influence of those who built at Newgrange must have extended over vast areas of Stone Age Ireland. According to Prof Muiris Ó Súilleabháin of the school of archaeology at University College Dublin, ‘The network of passage tombs across the countryside, reinforced by the alignment patterns, suggests extensive social control on the part of those responsible for the passage tombs.’

There are hundreds of legends and stories of the Fey controlling humans, manipulating time, playing ‘tricks.’ It isn’t a great leap to suppose that those same Fey or de Dananns, might be the Middle Neolithic people of Ireland who somehow crafted a complex web of structures across the island, meant to honour the passage of time.

Over the years, I’ve visited Newgrange on a number of occasions. It’s a major tourist destination, like Disneyland or the Eiffel Tower, so any archaic spiritual energy the place might have held has been washed away by years and years of camera-wielding humans. But the mystery behind the creation of the place lives on, as do the stories of the magnificent de Dannan. It offers a world of speculation for writers.

Once upon a time, Dementia didn’t exist . . .



. . . and since Aloysius Alzheimer wasn’t born until 1864, ‘Alzheimer’s’ didn’t exist either. The old women and men of the tribe were wise. Okay, maybe they didn’t have any teeth or hair left. And maybe, just like today, those wise people would forget things or lose something from time to time. But they kept their minds and bodies active, and that could slow down the aging process considerably. Atrophy can’t happen to tissue that’s in constant use. So, when the younger members of the tribe came to the old wise woman or man for advice—‘How do we keep beetles out of the grain?’ ‘What’s the best cure for heat rash?’—the wise person felt useful. 

Recently, I was part of a community service programme to teach computer skills to seniors. My students, farmers’ wives, were nearly eighty and had never used a keyboard, much less a computer. While I did teach them useful skills, they taught me surprising things as well. Like the basics of milking a cow, herringbone vs. swingover techniques, and what kind of milk can be used for drinking or must be used for cheese. They also taught me a few things about cooking (an activity I’ve never enjoyed) by sharing recipes we found online. They calmly explained things that would normally send me into a panic attack—separating eggs, making whipped cream, choosing the right ingredients for Irish Christmas cake. While learning what ‘Ctrl’ and ‘Alt’ meant, they joked about their dentures or how they wouldn’t be caught dead in a swim suit. Yet, after each computer class, these wise women of the village hurried off to set dancing or yoga or a céile in the neighbouring county.

Did I mention—This was a volunteer job, but I got paid in a currency called ‘insight,’ making the whole thing a wonderful experience I won’t forget.

THE CRYSTAL AND MARY SHOW!

Two wonderful authors have new books either HERE and NOW or coming soon to a cyber-venue near you. 

First of all, there’s Crystal Collier’s upcoming MOONLESS.  Here’s the cover reveal:
It’s Jane Eyre meets Supernatural.  I read part of this story some time ago, before an editor even saw it, and it was really good back then.  Now, with edits, it’s probably stellar, so watch for it.  MOONLESS will be available starting November 13th.  And here’s a bit of a tease: 

Alexia must choose safety and an arranged marriage, or true love and being hunted by the Soulless every moonless night.

Alexia’s nightmares become reality: a dead baron, red-eyed wraiths, and forbidden love with a man hunted by these creatures. After an attack close to home, Alexia realizes she cannot keep one foot in her old life and one in this new world. To protect her family she must either be sold into a loveless marriage, or escape with her beloved and risk becoming one of the Soulless.

For further teasing (see, doesn't she look like a tease):
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And Mary Waibel – Yes, THE Mary Waibel – has her second book CHARMED MEMORIES on sale.  If you fancy fractured fairy tales . . . well, not fractured really.  It’s more of a twisted tale.  NO, not that kind of twisted . . . it’s bent out of it’s traditional shape  . . .  Oh, hell, just read it.  It’s good. 

Here’s some teasing from Mary: 

A prince vows to prove the girl he loves is his missing princess by recovering her lost memories.

Prince Trevor has always placed duty to his kingdom above the desires of his own heart. But when his betrothed is lost at sea, he finds himself torn between honor and love.

After four years of searching for the missing princess, he begins to secretly long for Lady Bri, the Woodland Guide he works with each day. But the law says he must marry a princess, and Bri is barely a noble.

When Trevor learns that Bri shipwrecked at the same time and place as the princess, he begins to believe he has finally found his bride-to-be. But his happiness is short lived. Bri has no memory of her past, and the princess wasn't the only girl who disappeared from the ship.

Desperate to prove Bri is his princess, Trevor unwittingly places the two of them in grave danger. Buried in Bri's memories are deadly secrets someone wants kept from the light of day, and learning who she is may cost more than either is willing to pay. 

And if you would like to be teased further by Mary, go here:  
See what I mean?  Most excellent story-tellers with most excellent stories.  So, hurry up and read! 

LESSONS LEARNED



I don’t take rejection well.  Which is ironic, because as an actor in Los Angeles, I dealt with rejection on a daily basis, sometimes several times a day, for over 20 years.  But, somehow, I still managed to make a living as an actor in a big pond.  As a writer, I have not yet achieved that goal, and sometimes that makes me feel like a totally useless waster of other people’s oxygen.  It can leave me in such a dark, low place that waking up and facing another day is too much to bear.  Yeah, I know, that makes me a total drama queen, but it is truth. 

Yesterday, a friend sent me photos from the Historical Novel Society Conference, with the message ‘Fun memories.’  And, yes, they most definitely are.  Friends have been asking me how that weekend went and what it was like.  So this post is about what I learned, and am continuing to learn, from HNS 2013.  
New friends:(L-R) Stephanie dos Santos (whose manuscript is about love, Portuguese tile and an 18th Century killer earthquake; Fiona 
A month ago today, the Historical Novel Society Conference was in full swing.  There were over 300 people at the Vinoy in St. Petersburg, Florida – all of us like-minded in many ways.  The Vinoy, a magnificent old hotel, is said to be haunted, although I did not personally meet any ghosts.  However, as historical novelists, we brought plenty of spirits with us.  There was a sea of friendly writers, each one passionate about a different historical time period.  Some had spent years researching specific historical figures, and everyone was happy to talk about their particular passion, if you asked them. 
With dear friend,Stephanie Cowell (author of successful novels about 
Shakespeare, Mozart, Monet and the Brownings, etc.) and new friend, Stephanie dos Santos
 
No one was shy when talking about rejection either: 
‘I thought I had an agent, but then she changed her mind.’ 
‘My publisher dropped me after my first book.’ 
‘My agent never returns my calls.’ 
It didn’t take long before I had a genuine understanding of the words I’ve heard so many times before:  ‘You are not alone.’ 

Being surrounded by so many creative, friendly people turned me into a deer in the headlights.  I spent a lot of time just staring and listening to other people.  In fact, I had a whole conversation with Margaret George – THE Margaret George - and never even realized who she was.  [cringe] 

The person who probably made the most profound impression upon me was C.W. (Christopher) Gortner.  He’s the author of novels like THE QUEEN’S VOW and THE TUDOR SECRET, and he was the featured speaker at the Saturday luncheon. 

His stories are about passionate Renaissance types and Tudor spies.  He says he likes writing about the past for the same reason most of us history-geeks like it:  ‘There is always a secret to uncover behind the portrait, a mystery to explore within the legend, a hidden motivation under the fact.’   

Christopher's best-selling books have been translated into fourteen languages.  Fourteen seems to be a magical number for him.  He endured an epic amount of writerly angst and rejections – like agents who accused him of ‘lavender prose.’  Okay, now that’s a totally dim-witted criticism to hurl at a gay man who writes about queens.  After FOURTEEN LONG YEARS of that, he finally landed a publisher at the first HNS conference in 2005.  I was there too, and wish I’d known him then.  In fact, he self-published his first book, THE SECRET LION, about a 16th Century Tudor spy, the disappearance of Edward VI (who died at 15), the whole Lady-Jane-off-with-her-head, Bloody-Mary and Queen I-am-SO-a-virgin Elizabeth thing.  Now, I ask you:  Doesn’t that sound like a good story?  And now, in an absolute inspirational ending to Christopher's story, the publishing gods are definitely smiling on him .  When he spoke to us – a room of over 300 people who were eating desert and drinking coffee – it was like we were his friends from down the road who just happened to stop by for a cuppa and a chat. 

So, at the 2005 conference, Gortner got a publisher.  You know what he got at the 2013 conference?  A standing ovation.  By 314 people. 
Before the banquet: (L-R) Patricia Hudson (author of a wonderful manuscript about 
Daniel Boone’s wife, another one of those heroines ignored by HIStory); 
Fiona and Stephanie Renee dos Santos (dressed as Frida Kahlo for the costume contest). 
Patricia, Stephanie and I hung out in a hotel room until very late, sipping wine and helping each other perfect our pitches for the next day.  It was a great session.  We laughed ‘til our sides ached and then we each got manuscript requests! 

The next time I get really depressed about rejection, I hope I have enough money to run off to a writers' conference.  It's the perfect antidote.  

I’ll write another post about further adventures at the conference.  For now, I’ll leave you with the words of the amazing Charlotte Cook :  
 ‘Writers come to an empty page with a full mind.  Readers come to a full page with an empty mind.’