Writing Prophecy’s Eyes…

This work had a rocky beginning and middle. And the end wasn’t that pleasant either. But WHEW! First novel self-published after being accepted, the publishing company folding, eighteen vague or silly rejections from publishers (one UK publisher actually said this was too sexy for their queer imprint and too queer for their sexy imprint, go figure), and a hell of a lot of work. Many titles later, a really nice, second edition should be available through Amazon in hardcover, paperback, and ebook.

As the origin point of the series, this work was hugely important and went through drastic pruning and rewriting several times. I knew the core of the story I wanted to tell, but until I really understood the main character, Yseult, I didn’t quite have the book. Reading Tacitus would probably be tedious to the extreme for most people, but I found his blunt hyperbole both hilarious and refreshing. Try Julius Caesar’s Gallic Wars for contract and you’ll see what I mean. To be fair, he wasn’t nearly as longwinded as Geoffrey of Monmouth. And don’t even get me started on that crazy anchorite Margery—where was my point? lol.

Regardless, the journey of writing this book taught me a lot about how I want to approach my art and why I write at all. I liked it, the final, finished product. I hope others do as well.