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I lied on the last post – I didn’t actually finish my edits yet. But I’m working steadily on doing just that, so I’m no longer on hiatus. Especially since I re-charged my batteries this weekend in the place that inspired Fie Eoin: Logan, Utah.
The little happy valley has made an appearance in two of my worlds – Fie Eoin and After Ancient. But since I’ve been so deep into FE edits lately I barely thought of AA. And can I tell you how strange it is to be a Lowcountry resident, living in the mountains in my head for two months straight, and then step off that plane to see mountains? I don’t think I stopped smiling any time that I could see them. It was like walking into my book. Only, you know, with planes and cars and houses instead of tents.
We took two hikes up in the mountains, the first at Tony Grove Lake 8,000 ft above sea level (and now I want to put a lake in Fie Eoin, although there has never been one before), and the other in Green Canyon where I hiked barefoot until we reached broken glass. Yes, folks, I hiked up and down a mountain in bare feet. I felt like a warrior!
Of course, the whole point of the trip was to visit with family, and I saw my parents for the first time since April, my sister for the first time since November, and the rest of my family for the first time in four years. My baby cousins are all grown up (and didn’t remember me). I have new baby cousins that I’ve never met before! I was beat up by a two year old and retaliated by leaving her in a swing (on accident – my older baby cousins were pushing her).
I went out to dinner with Angela Perry and ordered what may have been the first margarita in the history of Utah 😉 I should have taken a photo of that memorable event, but we were having so much fun I forgot to get my camera out of my purse.
And the entire time I looked for the perfect setting for events in my novel. Walls for Kaye to climb when she’s being chased by Obsidians, river rocks for Kindra to carve with her father’s mark, tree-lines and fields and little openings deep in the woods where one could hide. I hung my camera out the car window while we drove and snapped photo after photo of mountainside.
And now that I’m home from lovely, cool, dry Fie Eoin to hot, humid, smelly Gaerlom it’s time to get writing again. Time to finish this book once and for all.
Do you base your stories on places you have been in real life? What place do you go to immerse yourself in your story’s world?