Moon & Sun

I’m working through an overarching structure for the Moon & Sun series right now, using Scrivener (of course) and trying to define the central crises of each book in the series, each of which will lead to the overall huge story of the world of Moon & Sun. (First book, THE RUBY KEY)

Have made some startling discoveries already: one on the true nature of the cat, one on Genna’s dark passage, one one the past history of the sun wizards, and one about trees.

Trees. I have a real problem with them, which is odd, really. First thing I do when I move someplace new is plant trees. Spent much of my childhood up in their branches. Absolutely love walking through a woods. I love trees in most of their forms, and find huge comfort in their presence and the sense of time slowed down that they give me.

And yet, when I write trees, I get the keyu (BAD trees, from Bones of the Past), and some decidedly dark forests and jungles in THE SECRET TEXTS and THE WORLD GATES, and now, here I am with the taandu trees, and what I’ll coyly call deep-rooted magic.

I dream in forests and jungles, and what I think about trees, and what my subconscious thinks about trees are clearly two ferociously different, almost diametrically opposed, views. I wonder why that is.

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