It’s a new year. Are we celebrating its arrival or are we fearful of what it may hold? Looking back gives a mixed picture. Personally it wasn’t at all bad. We were vaccinated three times, avoided catching the virus, had a few breaks away from home including a visit to Germany to visit family (for the first time in 23 months) and spent four weeks on our shared narrowboat. Looking outside our cosy existence things are not so rosy. At home we find the UK government stumbling from one self-inflicted disaster to another, each making the plight of the less-well-off more difficult (I’m not counting the vaccination programme, the success of which I put down to the scientists and the NHS). Abroad, worries grow as nation after nation seems to be run by idiots whose only policy seems to be to look after themselves while oppressing their peoples, some of whom don’t seem to notice it. Despite Biden being president of the USA the state of government and democracy in that country does not provide a source of encouragement that things might be improving. With so many authoritarian narcissists in power nothing is done to solve problems whether it is the need to increase vaccination rates across the world in order to end the pandemic’s worst effects, or tackling climate change, biodiversity loss, pollution, et al.
The future seems to promise more of the same. How far will Xi go in extending Chinese domination and influence across the world? How fixed is Putin on reclaiming old Soviet lands? What chance does Biden have of holding back republican erosion of individual rights and reason? What of Germany and the EU now that Merkel has retired? All that and questions about future governance and the experiences of the peoples of Afghanistan, Brazil, India, France, Poland, Hungary, Australia, etc, etc. Closer to home – how long will Johnson hang on before even his closest cronies realise he is an incompetent jerk; but, who else in the Tory party is anything more than a self-serving fool.
No, I don’t feel much optimism for the future looking at it with a broad perspective. I just hope that little of it will affect our own lives and those of our family and friends. I hope we can continue to keep fit, to carry on having fun in the things we do, and to not feel too much anxiety about the things happening around us. Am I wrong to hope for that?
What about my writing “career”? 2021 was a year when I had nothing published barring a few articles in the Beaumont Magazine. I still hope to find a publisher for The Pendant and the Globe but it does mean actually sending it to more agents and publishers. Self-publishing is not on because my experiences with the Jasmine Frame novels (still available on Kindle or from me) shows that expertise (or perhaps just time and energy) in marketing is needed, which I lack. But its not all gloom and despondency. I have been getting on well with An Extraordinary Tale. The ideas keep coming and over the Christmas period passed 50,000 words. Success is not all about wordcount but for writers it means something to have stuck it that far. When that is done, perhaps I will return to the two other novels becalmed at around 25,000 words or perhaps I will turn to other ideas. The point is I am still enthused by writing. I would just like to find more readers.
So here is the next episode of An Extraordinary Tale. We’re still quite early in the novel so there’s a long way to go.
An Extraordinary Tale: Episode 10
Chapter 4: We encounter watchers in our flight
We flew in the darkest of nights. Not through. We were at the core of the night, the source of the shroud of darkness that must envelop half the continent. What must all the peoples beneath the untimely night be thinking, I wondered. Their day plunged into the black of night without reason.
It was impossible to see where we were headed. The only sense of movement I had was the air blasting my face and tugging at my jacket and trousers where the mice hung on. I kept one hand on the brim of my hat to stop it and the dragonflies from being swept away. I felt Bones at my side with his arm still raised, still resolutely pointing our direction.
Northwards. Why north? I did not understand. There were many lands further south reaching to the ocean, the unnavigable and un-charted ocean, which marked the edge of the world. To the east there were many days of travel until one reached the wasteland at the end of the continent where the Sun rose, and similarly to the west where it set. All of these provided ample hiding places for the woman and the electrum. There really was little to the north except for the Parting, the dark rolling cloud from which nothing emerged and from which nothing returned having entered it. Why was she headed in that direction carrying the Fairy horde?
We had not been in flight for long, though my freezing limbs thought otherwise, when I noticed that the blackness of our surroundings was no longer complete. Tiny lights appeared, first one or two, then a few, then more. They were all around us. While they shone and twinkled like stars, they were not stars. They did not stay in fixed positions but moved in unpredictable ways around us as if accompanying our flight. I started to have the feeling that we were being watched. These points of light were eyes, unblinkingly examining us – myself, the skeleton, the Knight and his mount.
The number of miniscule lights increased steadily until, all at once, there was a burst of light in front of us made up of thousands of the fiery pinpoints.
“Whoa!” cried the knight above my head. He tugged on his reins and the flying horse raised its head, neighed loudly, beat its wings and brought us to a halt, hovering in the air.
The lights approached and at last I had sight of them although their brightness hurt my eyes which had become accustomed to the gloom of the night.
It was like looking through a microscope. Although each lantern was tiny, I was able to make out its form and shape. Each was a miniscule silver being with arms and legs and head and beating wings of silvern gossamer. They were fairies.
They approached, surrounding us in a ball of light that banished the Knight’s darkness.
A thin, high pitched but clearly audible voice cried out. “Sir Night we bid you cease your flight.”
“By what authority do you command me?” boomed the Knight.
“The peoples of the world are disconcerted by this disturbance of day and night. The Sun is halted in its path, and you travel north instead of from east to west. Tell us why?”
“I am on a quest,” the Knight replied as if that explained everything.
“A quest? What is the nature of this quest?” the fairy spokesperson said, “Pray tell us what quest is so important as to disrupt the passage of time.”
……………………………to be continued