I don't write many older characters. I suppose age - as with most things - is relative in fiction. When I began writing The Watcher's Heir (my will-be-finished-one-day high fantasy epic), I was still at school and my hero began the story aged 25, an age I could not imagine ever reaching but an age I thought would still be considered young by many. If I ever manage to finish and edit that story, I'll be extending his - and a few others' - age! Having grown older, I've realised the advantages and the benefits of age. Of course, it's a bit of a disappointment that I'm never asked for ID in the shop anymore, or that people assume I'm my younger sisters' mother(!). But, on the whole, the pros have far outweighed the cons. The biggest con in terms of writing, is that it's difficult not to put an old head on young shoulders. Looking through books - both my own and those written by other people - it is clear just how easy it is to slip into the "ol...
Be honest, who does not love the stories of Atlantis or Brigadoon or any other disappearing and disappeared world? World mysteries have always fascinated me, wondering what people imagined from these lost communities and - even more so - what they wanted them to be and represent.
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| The Destruction of Ravenser Odd |
I stumbled across the history of Ravenser Odd entirely by chance. But what a chance! Here was a setting for a story, one which was almost Biblical in its existence and destruction. Unlike Dunwich, which gradually succumbed to the sea, Ravenser Odd was swallowed in a very short space of time, the final straw coming in The Great Drowning of Men on Saint Marcellus' Day 1362. As well as this, the town was in the Humber, an area with which I was very familiar, having lived in Barrow-upon-Humber for ten years and being an alumnus of Hull University.
Could there be a better setting for a historical fiction tale which was to be laced with horror? Well, I didn't think so.
The product was an 8,000 word story which tells the imagined truth behind the destruction of this town, who was to blame, and what was at stake. For saying this story was rather well received by readers, it has had a frustrating journey so far. I self-published it in a collection of short stories, then had it accepted for another publication on the condition I removed it from the collection... I'm still waiting on this... Any day now, that collection should be published!
Here's the first few lines to whet your appetite...
The end of Ravenser Odd came at a time when there were great changes beginning to grow across Europe. Those who had survived the plague were looking to rebuild lives and communities. Ravenser Odd now belonged to the past.
That symbolism is immense!
There is one more wonderfully enticing aspect of lost landscapes. Anything - anything at all - could have happened in them. And, as a writer, that is one of the most appealing and inspiring prospects!
If you would like to know more, have a look at Hull History Centre, who are currently holding an exhibition about Ravenser Odd.
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