Monday, September 28, 2020

Dreaming of the Summer Solstice

Living in the Alaska interior is a lot like living in Northern Sweden. As September nears its close, the days grow shorter and will continue to do so at an accelerated rate. We lose seven minutes of sun every day. Birds fly south. Our rivers prepare to ice over. There's a chill in the air that warns of what's to come.

Skellefteå River in June Photo by Erik Lundmark

So I'm going to hang onto the memories of perpetual sunlight, Midsummer's Eve, and all its enchantment by sharing some aesthetics from my current work in progress, a YA historical novel with the working title River of the North.

Midnight at Midsummer Photo by Erik Lundmark


For as long as she can remember, seventeen-year-old Maja Andersdotter has whispered secret wishes to the Ӓlven—the cold and unpredictable river than runs through her village to the Baltic sea. The river carries her wishes downstream and grants them, until one wish goes terribly wrong. 

Lupine grow along a wooden fence Photo by Erik Lundmark

The inspiration and setting for the story is the Skellefteå River near the historic "church town" called the Bonnstan. Church towns are an important and unique part of Sweden's history. The small rowhouses were owned by the laborers from all over the parish. They were required by law to attend church each Sunday or to pay fines. For some this was a very far distance to travel to the church and back on a Sunday, so the tiny rowhouses, called chambers, were the solution. Farmers could travel to town on Friday or Saturday night, take part in a marketplace, and attend church. These lodgings were their weekend homes, and they became the center of the social construct.

The Bonnstan Photo by Erik Lundmark

Upstairs and Downstairs Chambers Photo by Erik Lundmark

Today, the Bonnstan is considered a protected historic site, although the individual chambers are still owned by local families. On Midsummer, you can still get a glimpse of what life used to be like hundreds of years ago as families flock to carry on the merry traditions that have played out on this spot since the seventeenth century. 

Wildflowers being woven for a Midsummer Crown Photo Erik Lundmark

Cheerful windows at the Bonnstan Photo by Erik Lundmark

Flika and Pojke Traditional Swedish boy and girl Photo by Erik Lundmark


  

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Do you believe in Legends?

Since it's St. Patrick's Day, I thought I'd post a little about my YA historical fantasy that takes place in medieval Ireland.

The story centers around several fascinating ancient Irish legends. I'm not talking about faeries and leprechauns. I'm talking about the Tuatha Dé Danann, the deified ancestors of the Celts: the kings and queens of ancient days who had supernatural powers. They brought the Lia Fáil, or Stone of Destiny, to the Hill of Tara and were associated with the passage tombs at Brú na Bóinne.

My story isn't about the ancient kings and queens themselves, but my characters must decide whether or not they believe in the old legends--and the powers that still linger. I've taken liberties with the legends to mold them into my story, but they were the inspiration--along with the magical places in Ireland that I visited.

So here you are--some beauty from the Emerald Isle, and a little novel aesthetic for you from my novel, ETHNA'S SECRET.

If you turn on up your speakers and listen to Enya's "Aniron" you'll get the full effect.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Photos in collage borrowed from Pinterest