Hello my chickadees
The lovely Christy Nicholas is with me today AND it appears I've finally got the spelling of her name right. So then, off we go on my now infamous blog - a - bob - along.
Christy's bio to start with ...
So lets continue with this interview then.
Tell me all about Christy Nicholas. No one is listening apart from me and I won’t tell anyone.
- I’m someone who is interested in many things. I am an accountant during the day, but at night I’m a writer, a beaded jewelry artist, a photographer, and a lover of all things Celtic.
What genre do you write in, or is it varied depending on your muse at the time?
- My first two books were travel guides. I wanted to share my love of Ireland and Scotland with others. Then I had to write my parents’ love story, as it is a true tale of lost and found love. Now I am writing the genre I love reading the most – historical fantasy.
Do your characters ever persuade you to change your original thoughts for plot lines?
- Absolutely! I’m currently writing a book with the Morrigan as a main character. She’s quite imperious and insists on doing things her way!
If you had an opportunity to spend a week chilling out with any of the great philosophers or writers from any era, who would you choose and why would you make that choice? What attracts you to them?
- I think I would love to hang out with Oscar Wilde. He is a fascinating man, both from a writing perspective and a personal perspective. If you get a chance to see the movie Wilde, with Stephen Fry, do so – it’s fantastic!
For me, Tirgearr Publishing has become my new safe haven and I’ve been overwhelmed by their attention to detail and professionalism. How do they make you feel?
- It’s difficult for me to think of them as a company, as they are friends as well. My work with them has opened me to a whole new world, and encouraged my muse. Now they must face the consequences! Bwahaha!
If you could get on a plane with all expenses paid, where would your fantasy destination be?
- Wow – how could I choose? I’ve already been to Ireland, Wales, Scotland and England, and am heading to Iceland in a month. If I had no worries about expenses, though, I’d probably travel to Antarctica. I’m an artist and photographer at heart – it is the place such dreams are made of.
Now you are living in your fantasy world, how would you fill the hours?
- I would dance among the standing stones, and pray the Sidhe accept me as a friend!
Oh I'm well up for that Christy. Celtic roots would purposefully encourage it.
Thank you for spending time with me today Christy; unfortunately it’s time to leave your fantasy world. I do hope the trip back to reality isn’t too bumpy. Hopefully you will have good memories J
Here is an excerpt from Legacy of Hunger, due out this fall:
Valentia had discussed the trip with her mother at length two weeks earlier, when she had first conceived the plan, before they left for Pittsburgh. She had needed the information of her grandmother’s family that only Majesta remembered. Her grandparents’ names, for instance, and where in Donegal they had lived, and what her sisters’ names had been.
“I think the place began with an ‘A’. Amra? Ardra? Something like that, at any rate. Of course, that won’t be how it’s spelled. Irish spelling is infernal. It’s likely got twelve letters, none of which are actually pronounced.” Majesta’s cynical laugh had made Valentia frown.
“And do you remember anything else about the place, mother?”
“I was never there, child. I remember what grandmother said in her stories; but who knows how much of that was truth, and how much was fairytale? Your grandmother had a vigorous imagination, after all. Oh, I do remember one thing she mentioned… a sort of special heirloom. A brooch, I think. Yes, sit tight here one moment…”
Valentia had often heard of the brooch from Grandmamma and had hoped her mother knew more about it. She trembled with suppressed excitement. Majesta went to her desk and thumbed through her papers. After rifling through three drawers, she exclaimed and held one up in triumph.
“Here! This is what I was looking for.”
The thick paper was old, yellowing at the edges and creases. Valentia carefully unfolded the ancient document, and gasped.
The drawing, done in clean, neat lines, was of an intricate pennanular brooch. It was almost a circle, with a straight pin on the curve to go through the small opening. There were delicate intertwined creatures detailed on the circular edge, as well as on the straight pin. Several stones were imbedded in the design. The piece was exquisite.
Valentia could almost see faint sparks of light crackling along the lines, sparks of blue and purple. She blinked her eyes several times to clear her vision.
“It’s… it’s stunning.”
“My aunt had this special piece of jewelry. She never said how it was special, other than being beautiful. Simply that it was priceless and unique.” Her mother’s voice had a dreamy quality, like she had been speaking from a long-distant memory.
Valentia couldn’t take her eyes off the sketch. She was drawn into the labyrinth of line and form, as if she would be lost forever in the art. It looked just like she had imagined from Grandmamma’s description.
Her mother’s abrupt voice snapped her from her reverie. “If you can find this and our family, the journey would be well worth the trouble, I think.”
But now, the fire and the subsequent resistance from her father had quelled her hopes. She pushed through the day’s work as they helped the local people rebuild their lives.
Next up on my blog - a bob - along is Publisher Kemberlee Shortland of Tirgearr Publishing