This blog has been a considerable project from day one onward. It's been dry for months, obviously, but that's only because it's been changing and I've had to change with it. When I started Godhead, it was a fantasy novel. That much was obvious to myself and, I hope, to the reader as well. It remained a fantasy novel throughout its first volume. There were wizards, soldiers, world-weary noblemen. Hidden skills were learned, quests begun, conflicts established, protagonists apprenticed to mysterious masters.
Volume two isn't like that. It's given me pause up until now, and while I've got a small backlog I haven't really plunged into the narrative yet. By nature the story's something of a mess, which makes it particularly difficult to change gears. Nevertheless, I've come to accept that I'm no longer really writing fantasy(even though I totally am). What I'm doing is something between love story and horror novel.
Do you know what horror is? It's fantasy without a mentor. When the Nazgul come riding into the Shire on their black horses there's no Gandalf to spirit the Hobbits away, no Aragorn to lead them through the wilderness. There's no Galadriel, no Elrond. Just Sauron, and Denethor going mad in his tower. In horror Voldemort's horcruxes are pebbles at the bottom of the sea and expelliarmus doesn't save the day because there was no Dumbledore to shield Harry through his childhood.
Anyway, keep your eyes peeled. We'll be getting back on schedule very soon.
And now, for something completely different...