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.
Monday, March 31, 2014
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.
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 BransonIn 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.
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
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.
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