Still alive, people, still alive.
Where have I been for nearly a month?
Let’s play a game.
I got sunburn in Northern Ireland.
The UK’s penchant for rain and clouds and general dreariness is well known. But you wouldn’t know it if you had been in Northern Ireland with me. Somehow we managed to get not one but two (in a row!) beautiful blue sky days with sunshine and perfect temperatures.
Cue hiking and beaches and late sunsets.Read More »
For about 200,000 words, I thought I knew what I was doing.
In regards to the landscape, that is.
My books take place in Norway, or at least a mythic version of Norway. Perhaps in my books the sky is a little bigger, a little bluer, the mountains taller, the fjords deeper. The earth, or Midgard, that Raef Skallagrim is a part of, is very much a living, breathing character in my books. At least that’s how I feel, and I hope my readers will, too.
During the time I spent writing books one and two, I imagined my mythic Norway quite vividly and I was entirely satisfied. But then I hopped on a plane last August and approximately ten hours later I discovered that I had it all wrong.