Monday, March 31, 2014

O_O Twilight Zone Theme Music AGAIN

I was taking one of those quiz things yesterday during my 'Lazy Day', and found a Character for the Mamm of Dunnottar book!

I was like: HEY! That's Danann!

And then: No, that's not Danann; who the heck IS that?

So I looked him up.

Nope. Not Danann, not either of the Dananns. Wrong books.

This guy is still two books down the road, so if you recognize him, don't TELL, okay? Thanks.


Sunday, March 30, 2014

Beef is Good; Barley is Good; Beef-Barley SOUP is GREAT

I would post a photo but, you know, I just ate it all up!

Fighting off being sick, unsuccessfully for the most part, it's gotten to the point of unleashing a couple of the deadlier weapons in my arsenal. 

Thankfully I've got these few days off. I've been sleeping and resting and downing gallons of juice. It helps but I'm still not well.

At last I remembered that I remembered to get barley when I was at the store the other day, and beef while I was at it.

Ha!

If you're expecting a fancy schmancy recipe, too bad.

Here's what you do:

Cut the beef up.
Fill a pan or microwave container with a lot of water.
Put the beef in the water.
Add salt and pepper if you want, which I did.
Cook until the beef is tender.
Crank up the heat so the water is boiling.
Throw a couple of handfuls of barley in.
Turn the heat back down just in case, being sick and all, you're liable to forget to keep an eye on it.
When the barley's done, eat it all up and then chug the broth.

Absolutely.

I feel better already and that's a good thing because I have to go out and bring in the rest of the wood that's been outside all winter buried under snow and ice.

Yep. I have to do that because there's supposed to be a blizzard on its way and I might want my wood stove fired up.

Not that there's any chance of freezing to death, not at this stage of the year (unless you're stranded outside and fall in the water and get caught there by the blizzard or some such) but because there's a comfort in having a fire going when it's snowing outside.

I have another hunk of beef in my refrigerator, and more barley.

I might just get another batch of soup started - wouldn't it be perfect for a blizzard day?

Darned tootin'. A fire in my wood stove, beef-barley soup, fruit and vegetable juice, Duke at my feet, and the Mamm Books. I can live with that.


Saturday, March 29, 2014

https://creatspace.com/4737313 Mamm of Tarnos in print!

You can order it now via the above link; it's going to be a few days before it shows up on Amazon, longer for other venues.


That tall thing with the wolf head on the left is a carnyx, a War Horn. Then there's Ethan's horse Rogue, a Bell, Ethan and Mamm of Tarnos, a Calling Horn, another Horn up there with a Bell hanging from it, a couple more Bells down below, and Ordha who is MammTwo's (Mamm of Tarnos) horse.

Mamm of Tarnos
 

They Are My Song Book 3

Authored by Shiela Branson
In Mamm of Tarnos we continue our visit with the people from the long-ago past of 487/88 AD and earlier even than that, many of whom we meet in They Are My Song and get to know a bit better in Mamm of Perth.

Mamm of Dunnottar, together with TavishUllin of Iona and a surprise story-teller in our midst take us back once more to Mamm's family history and the adventures of her heirloom under-bed storage chest, made by her great-grandmother a very long time back.

The sisters Alianora of Perth and Mamm of Tarnos both make heart-rending choices; their younger sisters the Warrior Twins Sass and Saille now of Dunnottar and the Fienne find a new meaning in their career choice; the stage of the larger world upon which these Characters stand explodes beneath their very feet, yet they remain standing.

In this dual story line, the Dunnottar folk embrace a family tradition and search within themselves for the meanings behind the elements of the Song of the Trinity. 

As the generations continue to unfold the ancient past comes to life and we begin to realize that the stand our people took clear back then is very much impacting us in today's world. 

Within the pages of the books of this series, one family's struggles and triumphs highlight real world events which affect them in very real ways. 

These Characters do what they have to do when they have to do it; and because they choose as they do, the Legacy for which they take their stand is preserved and protected - it belongs to us now.

We of their far-distant future walk among our ancestors for a time in the pages of the books of They Are My Song. Do they know we are there? Perhaps so. As they Speak, perhaps it is to us their Voices are directed.

When they raise those Voices in the Song of the Holy Trinity, what music fills our hearts and souls?

Of what do we think, and what do we feel, when a Voice from the Past Sings of Choice?
Of Creation, Life, Death, Eternity?
Of Peace?
Of Faith?
Of Healing?
Of Hope and Tomorrow?
Of Love?
Of Unity?

Which Songs from your own life do you hear as these Voices from so long ago Sing to us here in their far distant future? 

Listen to your heart, my friend. Within it you will hear the echo of the Song of these Voices. A time will come in your own life - you will need to search for and find your own Song, and you will need to raise your own Voice as you take your stand.

Just as our people, the Characters of SONG, lived their everyday ordinary lives amid the challenges of a changing world, so too do we. What Legacy do our Voices Sing of? What Song will our descendants hear when they listen with their hearts 1500 years from now? 

LOL - end of sermon.

Mamm of Dunnottar would shake her head at me and tell me to quit trying to think for anyone except my own self.

Sidhelagh might produce a merry laugh at my expense.

Sure these are fictional Characters in a bunch of books - but they represent the real folk from whom many of us draw our DNA. Not just from those in the settings of these books ... the peoples that these Characters represent covered most of Europe and much of the rest of the world, traveling and settling through the Ages in places we would never have expected to find them.

The Song lives on, and the Magic is not dead - both are right there, tucked carefully away inside you. 

Find them.

About the author:
Author Shiela Branson was born in Texas, raised in North Dakota, and loves the Colorado Rockies, the Valley, and the plains of the USA.

In the fiction series They Are My Song, Shiela takes us on a journey into the Ancient Past to spend some time with our ancestors.

Her love of history and research helps to make our journey a very real visit to a time and a place we will never otherwise know. 

"The Characters of SONG represent the real people who lived long before us. In turn, they are represented in our today's world by the real people on whom their traits are loosely based."

The wheel of time goes around and around; we could be them and they could be us. To those who will live 1500 years or so from now, we WILL be them.

That's something to think about. 

Thursday, March 27, 2014

A Reader Comments on Mamm of Perth

Mamm of Perth

Here are some of the Characters:
The Warrior Twins Sass and Saille of Perth/Dunnottar
Tall/TavishUllin of Iona
Ethan and MammTwo of Tarnos
Danann and Mamm of Perth/Dunnottar
Alianora and Forr of Perth

She said, 'While I was reading it, it was like I was there, you know?'

Yes.

I do know.

One of the things I find addictive about writing this series is exactly that same sensation. Most of the time I'd much rather stay there than 'come back'.

So, to me and to the Characters of SONG, her words are the validation that we're accomplishing what we set out to do. 

Onward to Mamm of Iona!


Let's See What the Tarnos Cover Painting Looks Like, Shall We?

THERE it is!

I was going to hold it until May Day but I just like it too darned much to want to wait! If I hurry I can take it along on the up-coming road trips:

April 12-16 Grand Forks, North Dakota; Bemidji, Minnesota (and points between)
April 25-30 Detroit Lakes, Minnesota; Mpls/St. Paul, Minnesota; Fargo North Dakota

MAMM OF TARNOS

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Zoltan Istvan has written a book called The Transhumanist Wager. He is a ‘Futurist’

Futurist and Pastist

Zoltan Istvan has written a book called The Transhumanist Wager. He is a ‘Futurist’ and I’m finding the concepts he writes of fascinating. To simplify a bit, there’s conflict between the long established religion/government and a wave of scientists who seek to improve the human condition in innovative ways. 

I write books about the ancient past; if Zoltan is a ‘Futurist’ I reckon that makes me a ‘Pastist’. It doesn’t have quite the same ring to it but hey, it’s only a label, right?

Right.

As I was reading his work (not through it yet – sadly, reading under the influence of exhaustion is not a generally recommended practice, sigh) I found that I really do like his characters. And I actually GET what he’s saying.

Now, the rebuttable presumption, which I rebut, is that a ‘Futurist’ and a ‘Pastist’ whose writing styles are diametrically different, whose subject matter seems incompatible, and whose works are miles apart in recognition would have little or nothing in common.

Ah but - I’m also INFJ. That’s a personality type based on the Meyers Briggs Type Inventory. One of the things I do instinctively is find patterns.

A couple of patterns pop out at me.

One is humanity’s inherent resistance to change, in conjunction with the fact that change is inevitable.

Another is that the, apparently insurmountable, odds against diametrically differing perspectives ever co-existing without conflict aren’t really the least bit insurmountable.

What the bloody heck am I talking about?

*laughing*

Okay, Zoltan is writing about the future; I write about the past. His ‘status quo’ characters are pretty much opposed to the steps being taken to make changes in ‘life as we know it’. My ‘status quo’ characters are also adamantly opposed to the changes that are taking place in the world as they know it.

It’s humanity at its finest, for good or for ill. We are probably never going to lose that trait – some call it loyalty, some refer to it as hard-headedness. We are ready, willing, and able to fight for what we believe in; sometimes we win, sometimes we lose, but we’ll always be in there fighting.

We are also creative and innovative; this too is humanity at its finest. This too is a trait we are never going to lose.

And so the second point comes into play. Zoltan’s characters are taking the changes in the world we know above and beyond the changes my characters have to deal with – BUT – remember that time zone thing. At the time, the changes that challenged my characters were no less threatening to them than Zoltan’s scientists’ changes are to his ‘status quo’ characters.

Honestly, it’s the conflict that’s universal.

How the resolution evolves, I don’t know as I have yet to sit down and finish reading The Transhumanist Wager. The resolution of the conflict in my own books takes many generations of sacrifice and commitment, and a sort of (fictional?) sneakiness on the part of many.

What I see in both the ‘Futurist’ and the ‘Pastist’ is a sort of circle that’s developed over the course of the intervening time.

Odd as it may seem, the protagonists of my books would not have evolved into the antagonists of his but would probably (Probably? Ha. Absolutely) have been in the fore of those standing for freedom to explore and develop innovative technology. Bet on it.

Remember the first part of the Legacy? First and always comes Choice. Rome tried to dictate; it didn’t go over too well and to this day the Choices of our ‘back then’ people are impacting us.

To protect and preserve, that was the goal.

How it was done? I think, from the mysterious ‘disappearance’ of the Sidhe, clear back in long ago antiquity, through the Culdee in historic times, that the answer, like Poe’s Purloined Letter, lies in being ‘hidden’ in plain sight.

That’s where the sneakiness comes in.

I write fiction but I don’t live in a fantasy world.

Myth and legend aside, let’s think about the Sidhe for example, just for a minute.

The entire population of a race of people disappears by going to live in an enchanted underground world?

Really?

No.

If they went ‘underground’ it wasn’t literally.

Perpetuating, perhaps initiating, the myths and legends, would have served them well, however.

Columba (leaving out Ninian for the moment as he seems to have been ousted from officialdom) miraculously converts a notorious, historically recalcitrant, nation of barbarian pagans to Roman Christianity in no time flat and the Culdee were their Roman priests?

Really?

No.

Sorry, but no.

And I’m not really all that sorry.

Protection and preservation, remember?

Fictionally speaking, as opposed to verifiable concrete evidence, the Druids who ‘became’ Culdee would not have had it in them to just up and abandon thousands of years’ worth of beliefs at the drop of a hat, no matter who was doing the dropping of said hat.

Five hundred years is plenty of time to incorporate new information (Christ’s birth, life and teachings, death, resurrection, and promise) into perfectly compatible older belief systems, and vice versa. Albann/Alba/Caledonia/Scotland already knew Christ, long before Columba or the Church got there.

In my story lines the conflict is not between Pagan and Christian. The one stems as naturally from the other as limbs from a trunk.

The conflict is between having the freedom to choose for one’s own self and being dictated to.

Think about this for a moment: the Dark Ages, coincidentally (perhaps?) started at about the time the Western Roman Empire fell, right? And they ended right about the time people finally began to look, once again, for themselves, at what they had been taught or had been forced into complying with (at least outwardly) for that whole time.

Am I imagining a pattern that doesn’t exist?

Maybe, but I don’t think so.

Rome gets too big for its britches, splits politically, geographically, and religiously.

Rome adopts Christianity, turns it into a political and military tool, assigning previous military regions to ‘new’ religious ones. Church and State are one.

Western Rome falls.

Eastern Rome (Constantinople) hangs in there.

The Dark Ages ensue.

The Dark Ages, coincidentally (perhaps?) are finished when people figure out that communication (notably reading and writing, and printing and dispersing information) is a good thing and that they maybe ought to 1) think for themselves, and 2) connect with like-minded people.

The power and control of organized religion and established government is challenged by people who think for themselves, and share their thoughts on the differences between their handed-down (protected and preserved) beliefs and the way things were in their world at the time.

An example?

Okay.

6 April 1320 Scotland
Sent to the pope:

Declaration of Arbroath
http://www.scotsman.com/news/the-text-of-the-declaration-of-arbroath-1-465230

I love this document; aside from the sentiments it presents, the very presentation itself I find impressive in a sort of Dickensian way.

These guys are telling the ipso facto Boss of the World (a little more diplomatically and with more imaginative language): 

Look, here's the way it is, here's how come we CAN do this, here's how come we DID do this, and it would be nice if you as the Boss of the World (including our neighbors but not really us) would kindly tell Edward II to get off our backs about it since he won't listen to us. However, it doesn't really matter to us what you think or say, one way or the other; it's done and it's gonna stay done. 

The Lollards
1396-97
 http://sites.fas.harvard.edu/~chaucer/special/varia/lollards/lollconc.htm

The Lollards present Richard II of England and the parliament with a list of 12 Conclusions regarding the Church and basically challenging it to prove by what authority it was behaving as it was.

Namely:
1)    Temporality (civil, secular, political, possessions/authority) of the Church of England, following in the footsteps of Rome, not Christ
2)     The priesthood has become something that Christ never ordained to his Apostles
3)     In prejudice of women, the law of continence has been annexed to the priesthood
4)     Transubstantiation is nonsense and not based on anything Biblical 
5)     Exorcisms and Hallowings are money-making scams
6)     Clerics in secular offices: logic of separation of Church and State, essentially
7)     Prayers for the dead - another money-making scam
8)     Pilgrimages - a waste of time and money, and idolatry to boot
9)     Confessions: blessings and curses, bindings and unbindings, heaven and hell for sale
10)   War, Battle, and Crusades are against the fundamental teachings of Christ
11)   Female vows of continence, unreasonable in the first place, lead to abortions, which are worse than the women having had sex against the rules - let them marry/remarry at will for cryin' out loud
12)  Arts and Crafts - not what we think, this refers to the fancy schmancy stuff the church and its personnel indulged in - the money could be better spent caring for those who need help - get back to the basics

Now such things don’t just spring up out of nowhere all of a sudden.

What on earth could have made the Scots think for one minute that they had the right to kick their King out of office if he failed them? And send a notice to the Pope about the whole thing ... 

How did the Lollards come by the audacity to write out a list of conclusions like that? 

What gave them the right to even THINK of them? Good Church people don't question what they're told, you know, let alone approach anyone in Authority about it.

Gee.

Maybe it had something to do with the quiet preserving and protecting that had been going on for almost a thousand years by that time.

These people didn’t just up and think of any of this on the spur of the moment.

It was born and bred into them, and into their ancient kin. Maybe it was in their very DNA, the DNA so very many of us share, who knows?

And by now you’re yawning, have already stopped reading, or are seriously wondering what any of this might have to do with ‘Futurists’ and ‘Pastists’ having anything in common.

I see a line, and it’s a pretty distinct and straight one, from Essene and Druid to Culdee to Lollard to Presbyterian to Quaker to the Independent (political and religious) person that I am.

What do they all have in common?

Independence of Spirit, Freedom of Individual Choice, Personal Commitment once that choice has been made, that Preserve and Protect the Legacy thing, and the too often suicidal compulsion to Speak whether they’ve been spoken to or not, to give Voice to something that might help someone else.

These are some of the traits of my characters that I see reflected in Zoltan's characters, the protagonist ones I’ve met so far anyway.

And so the circle wheels around.

Thank you Zoltan, for making me THINK.

Getting a Little Fed Up


The Dakota winters can be awesomely lovely.
But you know what?

This snow cover is getting a little old.

We're ready for the greening to begin!


Sunday, March 23, 2014

The Voices of the Bells; The Sounding of the Horns

I thought I was finished with the cover painting for Mamm of Tarnos.

Then I did the final proofing edit.

That painting ain't done by a long shot!

And I'm okay with that.

The thing is that in Mamm of Tarnos the Bells and the Horns have an important place - in BOTH story lines.

I surely don't recall planning it that way but ... as I was doing that final edit they just sort of jumped out at me - so I'll find a way to add them to the cover painting.

Starting tomorrow I have a couple of days off from my part time job so ought to be able to take a deep breath, say a prayer, and figure it out.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

MAMM OF TARNOS!

MAMM of TARNOS

Almost ready to roll!


Here's the cover painting so it's just one final editing and it's off to the printers!


Wednesday, March 19, 2014

When The Aspen Turn Gold Down Phantom Way




When the aspen turn gold

Down Phantom way

When snow creaks cold

At close of day

When rainbows glow

By Goldfield town

And bright stars show

As the sun goes down

Watch the far peaks gold

In the morning sun

And miners bold

Playin’ just for fun

When fireworks flare

On the Fourth of July

When wind chills the air

And aspen leaves fly

When moonlight spills over Big Bull

And the casinos are all laughing and full

When Gillette Flats water soothes your soul

Makes your spirit strong and whole

When the burros of Cripple Creek

Eat from your hand

When ravens spiraling

Cast shadows on the land

And the color of bluebirds

Catches your eye

Like moving pieces

Of fallen sky

Listen to coyotes cry

And foxes bark

As skies grow dark

When the elk are coming down

Through the cold to the edge of town

Watch the creeks run full

Hear the big cats scream

See the rack of a big elk bull

And dream … dream …

In the quiet of a spring afternoon

In the light of the big full moon

Remember this woman’s laughter

And smile

Pause and think of me

Once in a while

I am in all of this

And I love you.