I have been more than a little obsessed with mythology for most of my life. Celtic, Norse, Egyptian, Greek, Roman, and Native American mythology especially. If you read my stories or my poetry that obsession is fairly evident. I cannot count the books I’ve read on mythology and philosophy. The stories are beautiful, far reaching, and the kind of thing that reminds us all that we are more alike than we are different.
Fairy tales, folk tales, philosophical tomes – all full of mythology. If my story is the tapestry, words are the fibers and mythology the loom. I know – so overly dramatic – but also true. Some of the mythology may be of my own making, especially stories set on other worlds – but mythology informs the cultures my characters are a part of.
Every culture is built upon mythology in some way, I just like to inspect it. Let’s put the pantheon under a microscope and see all the ways it effects the civilization that named it. The evolution of the mythology, the journey from magic to science intrigues me. What happened to the Sumerian gods? To the Tuatha De Danann? How would the evolution work on other worlds with other gods – maybe gods who are a little more hands on and present?
My interests and obsessions can’t help but find their way into my stories. I know the advice is to “write what you know” but imagine how limited my stories would be if I did that? I’m a work from home mom who rarely leaves my house and pretty much lives vicariously through the research I do and the stories I read (and write). I write what interests me.
In Hunter’s Crossing, I explore a lot of myth especially surrounding what happens after death and the kind of monsters society once created to explain horrible events. In Guardian of the Gods, I explore the evolution of a warrior who is a slave to his gods becoming the man who is savior of them. The book I’m waiting on edits of, I get to play with dragons and magic. OK, so magic exists in all three of those stories alongside the myths I created or studied.
I think, if I had to do it over, I’d likely go into anthropology. People may be awful (see yesterday’s post), but they are so interesting too. What’s the point of telling stories if I can’t pass on my joys in the same way I share my fears?