My guest today is Susan Waterwyk, author of Lantamyra: A Tapestry of Fantasy.
I came across mention of Susan’s book on Twitter. Bought it, read it and loved it. It is an epic fantasy, taking you to another world, a better world. I didn’t want it to end. The good news is, is that Susan is working hard on the second part/sequel.
I forgot to mention Dragons. Dragons play a large part in Susan’s novel. I happen to love stories that have Dragons, and I know many others do as well.
Here is the cover for Lantamyra: A Tapestry of Fantasy. She painted this herself.
And below is a blog post from Susan. I think most writers can identify with her on this, and I know for a fact that writers of a certain age can definitely relate to this.
The Four Horsemen of a Geriatric Apocalypse
I hope to soon publish a short novel (60,000 words) that continues the story of my lengthy first novel (172,000 words). I feel forced by Time, Money, Stress and Age to offer my new novel quickly before one of the Four Horsemen of my geriatric apocalypse tramples me into dusty death.
A Tale of Two Words will take up where Lantamyra a Tapestry of Fantasy left off with the living world of Earth awakening and catastrophically harming the populations with earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions and terrible storms. The world of Lantamyra offers sanctuary for the few fortunate refugees chosen. The six Keepers of Akosh, ancient beings that have the power to terraform living worlds, will guide the Gathering of refugees. When the Keepers, dragons and crystalships come to Earth to get the families, they will encounter government police forces trying to stop them, and desperate criminals trying to grab power and gold. I hope the fast pace, intrigue, and action can captivate the 21st century Sci-Fi reader.
Of my Four Horsemen, I believe Time is the strongest one of all because Time is automatic law. It tic-tic-ticks away each and every day until (as MacBeth claims) “all the fools have lighted way to dusty death…” I have been called a fool for spending seven years writing a fantasy novel. Tolkien only needed ten years to produce the Lord of the Ring Trilogy. I wanted my first book to have true quality and be worthy of reading, and I learned that there are two things you cannot hurry: art and old people. So, seven years, four months, and eight days ticked away before my first book was finished and self-published.
The next malicious horseman is Money. We had a fair retirement package when I started writing. Cruel taxes and Wall Street muggings left us precious little to survive on. Still, with penny-pinching perseverance and help from a wonderful daughter. We survived to see Lantamyra published. We have just enough money left to finish and publish A Tale of Two Worlds before we have to climb into the lifeboat and pray for rescue.
Stress is the cruelest of the Four Horsemen making you fetch the whip that he’ll use on you. Preceding each lash is a comment. “You are wasting your time.” Crack! “You’re a fool to believe you can finish it.” Crack! “95% of self-published books are ignored…” Crack! “and you believe yours will be in the top 5%?” Crack! Each lash of stress bled living energy with worry and fear, worry for my family and fear of losing my meager home in the Sierra. Stress deprives one of hope until the hair turns white, the body withers and cripples.
Age is the only horseman to feel compassion, and yet it feels like the sympathy of the undertaker, who speaks softly in the living room while waiting for you to pass away in the bedroom. I had just become a senior citizen when I started my story in 2005. My hands were useful, my body strong for an old woman. Art is created with living energy, and the artist pours his soul into the work. The true artist will not give up even if he has to pour every bit of life into the work, think Mozart, Van Gogh, or Emily Bronte. The work must be done! It must be created. By the summer of 2008 the stress of watching our life savings being bled away by the Wall Street vampires caused my body to suffer and fail. I spent six months in bed or lying on the sofa suffering pain and stubbornly refusing drugs and refusing to surrender. I would dictate scenes to my husband, and he and my daughter would type them for me. Disconnecting the television and refusing to read the fear-mongering and hate-inciting excuse for modern journalism helped relieve the stress, and I slowly found the strength to walk and work in my garden once again. Unfortunately, I had aged ten years in one. My hands were permanently disfigured by arthritis, so my husband and daughter still need to do most of my typing. But with age comes wisdom and if the old can get the young to sit still long enough and listen to (or read) a story then they might be able to give them the gift of wisdom. It seems a daunting task considering the fact that the young grasp for thrills before wisdom.
So before the horseman of Age tramples me down for the last time. I will try to give the young readers of the 21st century a short novel (don’t want to blow any mental fuses) with lots of action, adventure, and life-sucking vampire ghosts, and awesome gigantic carnivorous dragons that have a higher IQ than the geniuses of Earth. I will show them how intelligent women and noble men can control a world without war, without clear-cutting every forest for profit, without spraying tons of poison on their own food supply and killing the birds and helpful insects in the process. More importantly they will get to experience the thrill of graphic horror of a wasteland after Mother Nature has torn apart the world. And just maybe they will grasp the three pearls of wisdom presented in the book: “Nothing haunts the world more than the words of the dead.” “The one who gives you dreams tempts you; the one who sells you dreams controls you.” and “Tomorrow is the prize of the survivors…”
If the Four Horsemen of my geriatric apocalypse can remain on the hill a little longer, then I will do my best to give my readers A Tale of Two Worlds.
Some photos from Susan.
Now, how to find Susan?
Her Blog: http://wp.me/p3Cg07-j