Sunday, March 24, 2019

Author's word - Lewis of Modern York

  The past is with us, wherever we go, no matter how hard we try putting it to rest.
  Yes, we remember places we’ve never been, events we’ve never experienced. We’re taught to forget, no matter how much we need to remember.
  Cities like New York are steeped in memories far older than the cities themselves. They don’t forget, even if its people believe they do.

  I started writing this story in my head more than forty years ago, like I did with all the books in the Janus Clan series. It has evolved a bit, but basically stayed the same. The scenery is basically a result of my visit in 1980, with a few blanks filled in later. My visit to York in England a few years later brought additional scenery to the story. I made the connection easily, in more ways than one. The story practically fledged out itself.
  New York City didn’t really make much of an impact on me, not compared to London and other cities later. Tall, giant spires have never impressed me, but have, on the contrary been a rather bland detail in a major city. Everything truly important, the way I see it, happens on street level, where people breathe and gasp and exist and live.
  I always add something unplanned while I’m writing a given story, mostly details, but also broader strokes, and I did that here as well. I knew where to start. Liz and Ted seek out long lost family members, while dealing with what they can never forget, and in the process meet quite a few people important to their past, present and future.
  The tapestry is painted further with both broad and narrow strokes. We are halfway there, now, and the story pauses a bit, before moving on, gearing up for the end of the long walk. The first ten years or so have been told. The next thirty is waiting just around the corner, in the mist and the shadows far ahead.
  And at the end of the long desert walk… awaits the dragon.

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