As you can see from the title of this Blog post, I've been busier than usual over the Summer of 2014 - and I haven't even mentioned my transatlantic visitors, and the fact that I'm currently getting my son ready to go off to university for the first time.

It's all good though, especially when I still get time to write and come up with a new plot idea that has me quite excited! (to be written after New Age Light, I hasten to add) 

Called 'Corners of the Soul', it's a complete departure from the Lifelights (although it will have paranormal elements).

The inspiration for the story came from a recent holiday in Blagdon, North Somerset, where a combination of the views (example above) and the people gave my imagination a boost. 'Corners of the Soul'  is a suspense story that starts off with a woman researching her family history, and that of the village she has just moved to (Blagdon) - from which she believes her family originally came. She's fascinated by the Church in particular, finding the members of the congregation there helpful and friendly, and starts to map the worn, yet beautiful stones within the graveyard, in the hope of finding the resting place of some of her own ancestors...

Until, that is, she comes across a tombstone with no name on it, and an inscription that changes her life:

I shall wait for you
In every corner of your soul

Silent and invisible
Until our gazes touch
And hearts connect

Keep watch, my Love
Though my life now wanes
And listen...
'Til I call your name.

- What lengths would some people go to for the 'perfect' family tree?

I'll keep you posted on when this story is likely to be finished/available.

Hope everyone's Summer has been relaxing and happy... and as September wanes, with the trees starting to change colour, I'm looking forward to bright, crisp mornings, cosy reading time in the evenings, and the glory of Autumn.

So, it's heading towards the end of August, and the end of the long summer holidays... but if you're looking for somewhere to spend a few days relaxing, somewhere that's steeped in history and with a wealth of beautiful scenery, you can't beat Scotland.

For anyone familiar with 'The Lifelight Series', this sentiment will come as no surprise.  After all, Slioch is way up there in the wilds of Scotland.  However, it's the island of Inchmahome in '21st Century Light' that's the product of a particularly memorable holiday.

Inchmahome Priory is set on an island in the lake of Menteith (the only lake in Scotland - the others are all 'Lochs') and though some artistic license has been taken with the surrounding area and the gift shop, the island and the ruins of the Priory needed no such 'authorly tweaking' as both remained in my mind long after my trip to see them.

They are definitely a recommended 'place to see' if you're ever touring around Scotland - If you get the chance: ENJOY Inchmahome!

And to give you some idea of what to expect, here's a few excerpts from '21st Century Light':

After leaving Cat, Mary walked along the path that led to the priory ruins and then deviated from the marked route.  Crossing the neatly trimmed grass that surrounded the site, she pushed her way into the cool shade of the bordering woodland.

She stooped as she passed beneath the lower branches of the trees.  Her feet sank into the damp, leaf-layered ground.  The air seemed thicker here, heavy with the smell of rich, wet earth.  Water still dripped from overhead as the leaves gradually gave up their reservoirs of rain water; overspill from the last shower.

Here, she was in her element. 

Finding a branch that made the perfect seat, she checked the view of the ruins through the foliage and opened her sketch pad.  Balancing her box of pencils beside her, she selected one and began to work.

Time became absorbed by a collection of lines on thick, creamy paper.

***********

The two of them lapsed into silence after that, enjoying the natural quiet of the island.  What noise there was hardly warranted the title.  The wind brushed its way through the trees, water slapped softly against the rocks on the shoreline and there was the occasional bird call.  The atmosphere was one of peace.  Perfect.

A few minutes later, it wasn’t quite so perfect.  The sporadic cloud of the morning and early afternoon had thickened and darkened.  The wind picked up, scattering small waves across the top of the lake.

“Great.” Cat muttered, “This is going to upset the visitors.  If I’m not mistaken, all those without waterproofs are about to get wet.”

Mary tried not to feel smug as she pulled up her hood.  She sank her chin into the neck of her snug coat and cradled her coffee cup, letting its warmth seep into her fingers.  Tilting it, she sipped on the contents and watched as large raindrops began to fall.  The initial impact of each tiny missile sent water dancing back into the air as a myriad of rippling circles transformed the lake’s surface.

When the rain shower became a downpour, the two of them headed for shelter.  Mary didn’t want to meet Cat’s brother, but there was only one other option if she wanted a roof over her head.

 “You know, Cat, I think I’m going to have a walk over to the chapter house.  This weather looks like it’s settling in for the rest of the afternoon.  If I want to carry on drawing, I need somewhere dry.”

Cat squinted skywards, raindrops splashing on her upturned face.  “Yeah, you could be right...  You’ll be going to go see the happy couple then?”

Mary hesitated, was her obsession beginning to show?  “Well, yes, they’re in the chapter house, and as that’s the only part of this place with a roof…”

***********

Once out of Cat’s view, Mary slowed her pace.  Looking ahead, her heart skipped a beat.

There it was.

Such an innocent looking building, but then, it wasn’t the building that was the problem.

The familiar pull on her body became stronger, the nearer she got to the chapter house.

Dragging her feet, Mary turned on to the flagstone path that led directly to the building’s entrance.  The only structure at the priory that still possessed a roof, it made sense to come here.  Compulsion had nothing to do with it… and she was sticking to that story.

The weather had deteriorated rapidly, giving her hope that other visitors would have the same idea.  If others were around, surely it wouldn’t be hard to view them as they were meant to be viewed; nothing more than an historical curiosity?

Coming to a stop just inside the chapter house doorway, she peered in.  There wasn’t a single rain-soaked tourist to be seen.  A sigh of frustration gusted through her lips.  When her neck began to tingle, she briefly scanned the empty landscape behind her.  The feeling of being watched had returned.

Making her decision, she stepped across the threshold.

Her heart instantly responded with a tattoo of rapid beats.  Silly.  She shouldn’t be so easily spooked.

The sound of her footsteps echoed through the room, bouncing off the ancient walls that had borne silent witness to centuries of history.  In perfect, solitary splendour, with thick ropes around its perimeter to ensure that visitors kept a respectful distance, was an object of aged beauty.  Mary gazed at the effigies.  She’d failed to find out anything much about them, other than they were likely to be husband and wife. They embraced each other in death, with a tenderness that implied deep devotion in life.

It was such a rare thing, an exquisite symbol of eternal rest.  The stone had been expertly chiselled, the sculptor expressing an almost loving touch as his skill created the likeness of the couple.  The man wore armour, the woman a traditional gown and headdress from the thirteenth century.  Their arms were entwined and their heads turned, so that they gazed into each other’s eyes…

A short while ago I was sitting enjoying a coffee and a slice of chocolate cake (made by my own fair hand) when my gaze came to rest on the glass panel on the wall opposite. 

I love art, and I appreciation the beauty created by artists from around the world, using a variety of media. Art acts as a balm to my soul, and often delivers a kick to my imagination.

The panel that caught my eye today is entitled 'The Ascent' and created by Kevin Wallhead - a talented artist who was kind enough to allow me to use his work in the setting of the Aurora gallery in 'Chemical Light'.

Here's the section that features 'The Ascent', from chapter thirteen of 'Chemical Light':

Together, they stared at the panel hanging on the gallery wall.

“You really like this?” Liana queried.  “It’s an unusual choice.  Kevin Wallhead’s work isn’t to everyone’s taste.”  She deliberately didn’t simplify her speech.  For a start, if Michael were the genius that Bob had named him, he would understand what she meant.  It was more than that though… she knew, deep in her bones, that here was a child who saw the world around him in a way that few others, whatever their age, did.

“Yes, I like it.  Those lines, that look like he’s drawn them in the glass itself… are they made from copper wire?”

“Yes they are,” Liana replied, unable to keep the surprise out of her voice.  “This piece is called ‘The Ascent’ and it’s the first part of a triptych, although each piece is also a stand-alone artwork.  Do you know about the technique he’s used here?”

Michael turned to her, his pale, childish features topped with a mass of red curls that vied for attention with his strangely coloured eyes.  Briefly, Liana wondered if his mother’s hair was also naturally curly, but straightened to fit in with today’s fashion.  Though Michael didn’t have the same streak of blonde that Julianne did, his gaze was still direct enough to send a slight shiver down Liana’s back.

“I know a little of the technique,” he said.  “I’ve made a study of contemporary glass blowing and—fusing.  There are some amazing glass artists out there, some of them reviving centuries old techniques and refining them, whilst others are creating totally new ways of using glass—like Mr Wallhead.”

“Do you have any other work like this?” Liana asked, fascinated by the way that Michael’s eyes continuously flicked back to the panel, as if he couldn’t bear not to look at it.

Michael shook his head.  “No.  I have a graal bowl by Jonathan Harris and I’ve been considering getting a piece of his intrinsic cameo glass too, but this…” he once again stared at ‘The Ascent’.  “This is so different.  I don’t think its title suits it though…  It isn’t an ascent at all; it’s a journey… across space.”

Liana looked back at the panel and realised that he had a point.  The panel depicted the back of a naked man, his head bent away from the viewer; his body turned in such a way that the artist had managed to show every beautifully defined line of his muscled physique, without displaying anything that could be considered too sexual for a child’s eyes.  The man’s form took up the left-hand side of the panel, his foot resting on what appeared to be a planet as he pushed himself further into the Cosmos.  Michael was right; this was a journey through space.  Crushed glass was fused tightly to the smooth base panel.  The multiple, dull-edged shards reflected the gallery lights, giving the impression of millions of stars, stretching deep into the Universe.  Precious metals and coloured discs had also been incorporated into the background, giving a sense of extreme distance, and of worlds that still waited to be explored.

“You’re right…” Liana breathed.  “I interpreted it as man ascending from the Earth; towards a distant vision of Heaven that he can’t quite reach… but… no… this is a journey; a journey that humans are yet to make.”

“Or maybe it’s about where we’ve come from?” Michael mused.

Suddenly, his hand was in Liana’s, his fingers wrapped around hers and gripping her tightly.  She turned towards him, feeling the strength of his resolve.  “I really want this.  Did you say there are three panels?”

Two things happened in quick succession.  First, the pendant at her neck began to heat rapidly against her skin, until it became almost uncomfortable, and then Giles was by her side, his gaze intent on Michael.

Bemused, Liana looked into Michael’s eyes and found herself nodding, though her thoughts had become scattered.  “Yes… when the gallery purchased this panel direct from the artist, Kevin said he was planning another two.  One will have only planets on it and the third will have the figure of a woman, mirroring the pose of the male figure in this one.”

Michael’s eyes flared with excitement and his fingers gripped Liana’s to the point of pain.  She thought about trying to loosen his hold, but hesitated, feeling as if she were missing something important.  “How can a child, who looks so small, possess strength like this?” she wondered.

Giles was watching Michael closely.  The boy’s face was tilted upwards, so that he could take in every aspect of the panel, his expression rapt.

“That would be perfect; I can see it now… a new, specially adapted humanity, journeying through the stars to find their true home, to return to the place that first gave this planet the building blocks of life.”

For the first time, Liana realised that there was something more than passion in Michael’s eyes.  His expression now held a touch of something that looked disturbingly like… fanatical fervour.  She stiffened in response, vaguely aware that the pendant now pulsed against her skin, giving off almost electric-sharp tingles that radiated out across her chest and down the lengths of both her arms, until it pooled into the palms of her hands.  It felt hot… and it was getting hotter.

Giles moved around her now, never taking his eyes off Michael.  “Are you all right?” he asked the boy, his voice low, as if he were trying not to startle him.

For the first time in several minutes, Michael’s gaze left the glass panel and swung to Giles.  He blinked slowly, twice, his gaze glassy and his mouth slack.  Then he licked his lips and… smiled.

“Yes, I’m fine.  Thank you for asking.”

The polite young boy was back. 

Thought I'd better post this to my website blog, too!  For those who missed 'Telling Tales' last Saturday, here's the link to the online archived programme.  You'll find my interview with Julie just after the halfway point:  'Telling Tales'