A light in the dark

If I were to attempt a clear-eyed recap of current pressures, the resulting consistency would be overwhelming gloom. My father lies in home hospice care waiting to die, the operation of Stikmantica bucks in drastic contraction, and my personal situation continues precarious. I dwell on these things hours enough without dwelling on them here. Let’s mark them “somber backdrop” and move instead toward the light.

A friend—more than that, one of those rare souls who makes it a point to get a copy of every item related to Habdvarsha—reached out a few days ago. He said that he’d found himself quoting Nod’s Way to everyone he met. Trying to answer questions about the oracle led him to think that he should read Prelude to a Change of Mind, the Author’s Edition to see how it had changed.

“It’s the same but everything’s different,” he observed. “The last version was pretty good, but this is so much better. It’s great. You’ve done it with this one. It’s a great book.”

By this point I was sufficiently thrilled to have already awarded the day a red letter, but knock me down. He wasn’t done.

“After I read Prelude I thought about how you keep saying Dvarsh, An Introduction is fiction. You kept telling me it’s a work of fiction, and I finally figured out that means I’m supposed to read it, the whole thing. So I’m reading it.”

“Really?” I asked, dubious. ” The whole thing? The dictionaries, too?”

“I’ve just dipped into the dictionaries,” he answered. “There’s great stuff in there. The whole book, there’s so much going on. It’s a reference book and a fantasy and modern mythology and a language. And it’s full of really sly humor. I don’t know anything else like it.”

“Don’t short the dictionaries,” I urged. “Even if you only read the English. But the further you go with the language, the more the magic opens.”

As wonderful contact from a friendly reader, that rated five stars with bells and whistles. To all the whispers that the work is impossible to understand, ha! Someone gets it. He reached out again today with more evidence in a spare request.

“Talk to me about the Sleeping Court.”

That was my cue to segue onto the subject of Entranscing, the second novel of Habdvarsha, and how it sits on the table, next up for revision as soon as darkness lifts. It was his turn to urge. He wants that book. Few things nudge with more conviction than expectant readers.

Wishes to the world for peace & justice in the new year.