My favorite time at Faire was around 4 or 5 in the morning when our Dragon Gate crew chief would let me and my friend, Kassandra, the elders of our crew, go early and we would wander slowly together through the remnants of last night’s frolic while the first birds sang and the trees seemed to yawn and stretch in preparation for the coming day. Read more about Heigh Ho! Come To the Fair
Time Trippin'
I think I was 6 when I moved with my family from Badger, IA, to land eventually in Decatur, IL, where the swings on the playground were a huge disappointment. The swings on the playground in Badger, behind the old two-room schoolhouse that my grandmother had attended, were huge. You could kick your feet in those swings and nearly touch the sky. Read more about Old School
So many of the novels I've read, from Charles Dickens to Mick Herron, paint the streets of London in sad, dreary colors not meant to give you a sense of wonder unless it is who is lurking around the next corner.
I have been there a few times, and each time it has presented itself, whether in full color or in shades of rain, as a place of wonder. A city where anything might happen. One might even, as I outline in my novel Ghosts of the Heart, think one sees ghosts. Read more about London
I don’t believe in God. That is to say, I don’t believe in the actual, physical existence of a deity who “lives” somewhere up above and who is responsible for all creation.
But let me walk into any sacred space with a painted or tiled ceiling, and I am hooked.
No wonder I spent some time alone in a pew in this little church in the town of Axbridge, in England, just looking up.
It was September of 2005. George Bush was President. Hurricane Katrina had just devastated New Orleans. I had just checked into St. John’s Croft, a Queen Anne era B&B in Winchester, England, and turned on the BBC in my room, where I heard an interview in which Bush claimed to have seen the devastation for himself from a helicopter. “I can see that it is worth more than one day’s attention.” More video of New Orleans under water. Reports of bodies floating in the streets. Mayhem in the Superdome. Read more about A Knight in Winchester
My first real castle, turned out indeed to be a moated grange. Read more about The Moated Grange
Yes. It's only a country road. I have featured it in these pages before. But I stopped the car as soon as I turned into it. Because as far as I was concerned, the light at the end of the road opened into Hobbiton. Read more about Country Road
Just an ordinary bucolic English scene – green fields and woodlands stretching into the distance. “This green and pleasant land,” of Blake’s poem.
There’s little here to mark the spot where William of Normandy overthrew the English King Harold, thereby changing the course of Western Civilization from that time to this. Read more about Visions
The sign said Romney Marsh, so I turned into it. I had a vague memory that Romney Marsh was where Pip encountered Magwitch in the opening scenes of Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens. Google research does not, however, bear this out. Not knowing that yet, I persevered. Read more about The Old Church
