I was THAT kid

I read the dictionary and encyclopedias. I wanted to know. I've always had insatiable curiosity about why.

In 7th or 8th grade, we covered mythology in English. I was fascinated by stories of love, loss, and punishment. You know the gods...

And I went deeper. I used different color highlighters to highlight mythological references in my dictionary. Blue and green were Greek and Roman. Yellow was Norse. Bigger than life characters who proudly stood for certain things. It was reading categories of categories, if that makes sense. 

Everything divided out, which my ADHD brain was all about.

You have a god and/or goddess for everything. For the sky. Earth. Wars. Peace. Hell. The Hunt. Love. Music. 

You name it, and someone in the mythological world hypes it.

But many of my favorite stories favored the unloved. I was a sucker for Hephaestus. Physically imperfect but an artisan. Freyja, ferocious Nordic goddess tied with magic and lover of cats. I vaguely remember watching "Isis" growing up, and that was the shit right there.

Magic has always intrigued me. Something so small as a twinkle or something so large as a continent forming. Stories of old embrace the beliefs in something much greater than ourselves. Aged bards with outlandish tales of gods, goddesses, and beings beyond the mundane. 

I started my latest book with a seed of an idea. I didn't have a title YET, which is unheard of from me. I need the title first, usually. But this time? I simply took the idea and typed. 

I'm nearly 10,000 words in with the long-term goal of a lengthy series. 

And I love it. 

It IS about mythological characters. But at its core? It's about trust, forgiveness, compassion, and choices. 

More as it comes.