Did I ever mention that the historical research on Richard II has been bogging me down? It is like trying to swim in the La Brea Tar Pits. There are reasons for Dubhghall to visit this time period, compelling reasons of which I was unaware until I saw David Tennant play the role in Shakespeare's play in the Fall of 2013. I don't know if it was the direction, the acting, the play itself or a combination of all of them, but sitting 6th row centre in Stratford Upon Avon for that magnificent production was electrifying, and there was one brief instant almost at the end when I felt...I knew...that this was where I had to focus.
The research has been laborious and it is not over. One of the books is in 6 point type, which even with my glasses is hard to read. And of course this particular book is not available on Kindle, so I can't make the type any bigger.
So bear with me. There will be another in the Tales of the Dearg-Sidhe series. I promise. It's just taking longer than I had expected. At one point I was so bogged down that I was ecstatic to find my lost manuscript of "Raven's Daughter" (presumed lost since 1995 in a computer crash, but a copy was unearthed by my husband last summer on one of his old computers) and I finished that and Pendraig Publishing released it. If things bog down any further I may have to switch gears again and finish yet another partial novel which is sitting in my Dropbox, taunting me.
As for The Glastonbury Chronicles...will there be more? I had come to a satisfying ending with "The Barley and the Rose", but every now and then the characters reawaken in my head and start muttering about it not being over yet. There is the deck of Tarot cards awaiting an illustrator. The book part is all done, but I paint with words, not brushes. Someone else needs to take it on from here. Anyone out there?