Why Historical Fiction?

WhyWhile I’ve been writing for over twenty years, they’ve not been strong, steady decades of pounding the keyboard. Much of it I spent struggling with why I felt compelled to write. Was it a worthwhile way to spend my time? There were entire years I put down my pencil and quit.

“The Crucial Role of Historical Fiction in Times of Political Turmoil” by Jillian Cantor answers that question for me. Click here to read it.

So, why historical fiction?

I like the idea that human nature is a constant. While we have become more enlightened over the millennia (of which students of history are aware), we feel joy, sorrow, jealousy, bitterness, pride, and love much as people always have.

When imagining life in another era, we have the advantage of knowing the outcomes of turbulent times. But what would a person living through it think and feel without this knowledge? Actual participants hadn’t our luxury of hindsight.

My current book is set in Revolutionary-era South Carolina. The colonies were in chaos. Your neighbor often became your greatest enemy, destroying property or even slaughtering your family. We know the Founding Fathers as extraordinarily wise architects of a world-shattering system of government. At the time, only blind faith compelled them to challenge the greatest military of their day. Yet, had the war gone as most should’ve expected, these men would be a minor footnote in history, barely-remembered traitors dangling from the gallows.

Following an argument over Japanese internment camps, I can remember my father screaming at me, “You don’t know what it was like then!” He was right. I was not there. I cannot understand the fear people suffered during World War II. My indignation over the camps had the indulgence of knowing the U.S. would win in the end.

But, as a lover of history and the fictional expression of it, I can step into the skin of those IMG_2525 (3)who lived and breathed these struggles. In doing so, I gain perspective of life then, as well as life now.

Like Jillian Cantor, I feel we are in the midst of historic times. Some lament that these are the worst of times. Yet, people no smarter nor more ethical nor more courageous than we are right now made it through.

I know that because I’ve read about them.

Meet the Author: Sasscer Hill

flamingo road (2)Sasscer Hill is an inspired mystery writer whose books are set on and around racetracks. Her recent release is Flamingo Road, published by Minotaur Books, an imprint of St. Martin’s Press. She has graciously agreed to answer a few of my questions.

You were born in Washington, D.C. What were your favorite books growing up?

Growing up, my favorite author was Walter Farley and my favorite books where the Black Stallion, the Son of The Black Stallion, and the Island Stallion stories. There was a horse book called Cammie’s Choice that I loved, and of course, I read all the Nancy Drew mysteries.

You are a prolific writer of horse-racing mysteries. What prompted you to write in that genre?

As a child I loved horses, action, and adventure, and as I mentioned, I was addicted to Walter Farley’s books. In the fifth grade our teacher asked my class to write a story. Some wrote about waking up, brushing their teeth, and eating cereal. I wrote a scene with a boy and an old man trailering a horse to the races, from the viewpoint of the boy. Something was wrong, I don’t remember what, but the boy was worried. The correlation between my boy and Farley’s “Alex Ramsey” is obvious but here’s how this moment changed my life. First, I was surprised when the teacher asked me to read my fragment to the class. I was even more surprised that several kids seemed genuinely interested, and asked, “What happens next?”Sasscer Hill (3)

There is no greater compliment a writer can get than to have that question asked, and I knew I had something.  I realized maybe I had the talent needed to be an author. Unfortunately, I spent decades working in marketing and promotions for several Washington, DC associations, and two different academic book publishers. My first book, FULL MORTALITY, wasn’t published until I was in my fifties.

When I wrote FULL MORTALITY, I followed the old adage, “write what you know,” and since I lived on a farm outside DC, and raised Thoroughbred racehorses for thirty-two years, I knew a lot about horse racing. Not only that, it was my passion and that passion, I believe, found its way into my books.

Describe Nikki Latrelle, the protagonist of your first series. Is the character autobiographical in any way?

She is somewhat autobiographical because her life themes echo my own: chase the dream, fight the odds, help the helpless, and to always remember, you get what you give.

Nikki struggles to chase her dreams. What bigger dreamer is there than a jockey who risks her life to ride in a race? Like many of us, she was born fighting the odds, the odds that say we won’t get what we want.

Nikki also has a need to help the helpless. Maybe she’s searching for that sense of self-worth, or that sense we all get when we help someone, that we are, after all, a good person, that we matter to someone.

For that series, you’ve written short stories, a novella, and three novels. Which form do you enjoy writing the most?

The short stories I’ve written were usually for a Sisters in Crime anthology, or for a competition. I don’t find them satisfying as they are too much like a fragment of a novel. Writing a full novel is the hardest and the most satisfying. I would say the novella took second place in that race.

Now, on to your exciting new release–the first Fia McKee Mystery, Flamingo Road. Tell us about Fia.

Fia is a female agent working for the Thoroughbred Racing Protection Bureau (TRPB), an actual US agency. The TRPB’s mission, which of course becomes Fia’s mission, is to protect the integrity of horse racing against those that ruin the sport’s credibility by cheating, scamming, drugging horses, or threatening jockeys. Sadly, there is an endless list of bad acts and bad actors that can ruin the image of the sport of kings.

Fia’s father was murdered at Pimlico Racetrack and the case was never solved. Fia, angry and resentful, becomes a Baltimore City cop. Hot headed, she’s suspended when she guns down a perp. She winds up working for the TRPB who sends her to Gulfstream Park race track near Miami to investigate why low-level horses are suddenly winning at long odds. When a horse belonging to Fia’s fifteen-year-old niece is butchered for Miami’s Cuban-American black-market in horsemeat, Fia is pulled onto a doubly dangerous investigation that threatens her life and the lives of those she loves.

Fia McKee has two potential love interests in Flamingo Road. What writing challenges did that present?

No challenge at all. Most of us have experienced being drawn to more than one man or woman, and that conflict is fun to write about and adds an extra dimension to the story. It sure worked for Stephanie Plum in Janet Evanovich’s bestselling books! But I was surprised and a bit amused when one Amazon Vine reviewer said the fact Fia would look at two men at once kept her, the reviewer, from giving FLAMINGO ROAD a five-star rating.

When can we expect the next Kia McKee Mystery?

THE DARK SIDE OF TOWN will be out in the spring of 2018.

What would you like to tell us that I neglected to ask?

I wanted to plunge into the next Fia McKee novel which would take place at Santa Anita Park in California. I even traveled to California and took a tour of the track and the Hollywood area nearby. I wanted a murder mystery set at this well-known track surrounded by the glitz and deceit of Hollywood.

But, suppose the first two Fia McKee novels don’t sell well? What good will this idea be then? St. Martin’s Press owns the right to “Fia McKee.” If I want to sell to another big-five New York publisher, any book I write has to be something new, which means yet another series and a new set of characters.

Since I can’t afford not to hedge my bets, I’ve already started a new book–a murder mystery about the Irish Travelers here in America. By happy coincidence, the largest enclave for these people is Murphy Village, not more than forty minutes from my home in Aiken, South Carolina.

Travelers have a fascinating culture. The children are taken out of school by eighth grade, if not before, and the girls are married by contract and usually as young teens. Travelers stick to themselves and have little dealings with outsiders. Society believes the Travelers are scam and con artists. What would it be like for a girl who grows up in this atmosphere? What if she wants out? Where would she go? What would happen to her?

And so, another story has evolved, and another exploration has begun. Only time will tell which way I travel, but at least I’ll be as prepared as possible for whatever happens next.

Thank you, Sasscer. Those who enjoy mysteries with strong female characters will enjoy all of Sasscer Hill’s works. You can find a complete list here.

 

The Illogical Fate of Cretans

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Yesterday (Pentecost) in church, our minister read the well-known Biblical passage of the disciples receiving the Holy Spirit. They were then able to speak their native languages to the Jews in Jerusalem who’d traveled far and wide. The Book of Acts lists the places they’d come from. I pondered the multicultural nature of first-century Judea. We still struggle with that today.

Then, within that list, I heard a clunker. Cretans.

Unfairly, I admit, it took me right out of the moment. I know. They were people from Crete. But today, their name has a different meaning. It was like listening to a list of Europeans. “There were British and Norwegians, Icelanders and French, Idiots and Swiss.”

It made me wonder. What was the deal with the Cretans that their name became synonymous with dunderheads? The answer is more complex than I’d expected. There are two explanations of the term’s etymology. One in a positive sense and the other negative. First, the older of the two.

In the 6th century B.C.E., a poet from Crete named Epimenides formulated the first known mathematical paradox, often called the Cretan Paradox. As with everything else from ancient days, it’s surrounded by controversy, but it basically said, “All Cretans are liars.” Being Cretan himself, is Epimenides’s statement true? If so, Epimenides is a truth-teller, which makes the statement false.

We can go ’round and ’round with this, but likely this was an exercise in logic that got out of hand. Fast forward six hundred years to the Apostle Paul, who wrote “One of Crete’s own prophets has said it: ‘Cretans are always liars, evil brutes, lazy gluttons.’ This saying is true.” (Titus 1:12-13)

Apparently, Paul, and likely others in the Mediterranean world, missed the point. Epimenides’s logic experiment became a scathing condemnation of all people from Crete. Well, that sucks for them.

A more positive explanation of our use of ‘cretin’ today—which is spelled with the ‘i’ and not the ‘a’, states that the term has nothing to do with the island of Crete. It comes from a medical condition resulting from a lack of iodine known as cretinism. This used to be common in southern Europe, resulting in stunted growth, impaired mental abilities, and other malformations.

According to The Word Detective, “The word ‘cretin’ itself is derived from the Swiss French Alpine dialect word ‘crestin,’ from the Latin word ‘Christianum,’ which means ‘Christian.’” (http://www.word-detective.com/)

That raises the question of why the term for this disease comes from “Christian.” Also disputed among etymologists, one explanation says it was an appeal to people to see the sufferers as human beings, not grotesque creatures to be shunned or mistreated. An outlook we need more of today, as well.

And yet, if this explanation is correct, good intentions devolved over time to a word meaning “one who is less than others, mentally or in terms of character.” And we still think of people from Crete.

Sorry, Cretans. Sometimes you just can’t win.

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“I’m surrounded by cretins.”

Attack of the Cacarootches

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Okay. Last night my husband, Wendy, and I called it a night around 9:30. An unusual feature of our bedroom is a door leading outside. As I climbed into bed, I heard a ‘thump’ on the aluminum storm door. Odd.

Then another. And another.

“Something’s pounding against that door,” I told Wendy as he finished brushing his teeth.

“I know. I already looked out there. It’s either some bug or a bird.”

Well, there are two doors between whatever it was and me, so I continued playing Words With Friends on my phone. The thumping continued. I was not surprised when my husband investigated further. He’s not good at ignoring aggravating sounds like that.

He opened both doors to have a look and a large bug, with I’m sure an enormous sense of victory, soared into the bedroom. As it zoomed over the bed, I saw it was the dreaded flying cacarootch!

Starting my new book set in colonial South Carolina, I wanted a character to disparage his enemies by referring to them as these undesirable creatures. On Saturday, I looked up ‘cockroach’ on one of my favorite sites, www.etymonline.com.

I learned that in 1624, John Smith wrote, “A certaine India Bug, called by the Spaniards a Cacarootch, the which creeping into Chests they eat and defile with their ill-sented dung.”

Excusing John Smith’s spelling issues, we can see why folklore claims the first syllables, ‘caca,’ refer to poop. It’s that ‘ill-sent’ and shiver of disgust they leave behind. While historically, I could have used the modern-day ‘cockroach,’ who can resist ‘cacarootch’? Not me. It’s in the book.

In the meantime, the vermin soared over my bed, bringing out my true nature. I lay on the pillow with the covers pulled up yelling, “Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!”

If it flew from the room down the hall, would we ever find it? I started to get up and close the bedroom door when Wendy called, “Don’t move.”

I froze as he whacked his camouflage croc a hair’s breadth from my left thigh. The evil intruder had landed right beside me. Severely wounded, he was scooped up by Wendy’s wadded toilet paper and whooshed down the Waterslide to Eternity.

Then I heard it. Thump!

Wendy announced, “There’s a whole swarm of them out there.”

Holy moley! We’ve been in this house almost four years with no cacarootch issues. All I could think about was that commercial with an approaching zombie apocalypse. Foregoing the more usual, subtle approach, these flying fiends have attempted an overt frontal attack. What next?

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The Title is the Story

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I am often asked about the title of my first published book, Aroon. Where did I get that name? What does it mean?

The answer seems, at first, mundane. But as you will see, the story takes a surprising turn. It’s not one of my plot twists. It’s—well, decide for yourself.

On my trip to Ireland in 2005, I visited a wonderful book store in Dublin. Chapters, I believe it was. In any event, it was vast and magnificent. I bought several books. It’s rare I visit anywhere that sells books and leave empty-handed, and this was that on steroids.

One was Irish Words & Phrases by Diarmaid O’Muirithe. Once I returned home, I was spending a lazy afternoon scanning the book and I came across ‘arun,’ which is Anglicized as ‘aroon.’ It stated the definition as ‘my secret’ or ‘secret love.’ While my story is not a romance, the word had significance to the plot. Plus, I liked the sound of it.

The more the word rolled around on my tongue, the more I liked it, until I locked it in as my book’s title. Ta da!

But that wasn’t the end of it. Three months ago, I contacted a local Tipperary historian who has helped me with my research, particularly for Book Two, Harps Upon the Willows. I’d bought Ed O’Riordan’s comprehensive book on Father Nicholas Sheehy, the basis of my novels, and received a signed copy. Which I treasure. My latest communication was to tell him I had finished my stories.

To my great pleasure, he responded, “I LOVE the titles and I am sure I will love the contents.”

Ed O’Riordan and his ancestors have made it their passion to honor and maintain Father Sheehy’s gravesite and keep his 250-year-old story alive. Just four years ago, eight years after my own visit to the sarcophagus, Mr. O’Riordan arranged for a new plaque for the tomb.

On it, he had etched ‘Sagart Arun.’

This couldn’t be true! I quickly clicked on Google and searched for a translation: Dear Priest.

No, Ed O’Riordan explained. That translation was too weak.

“I suggest Beloved Priest,” he wrote. “It’s a powerful title you have on your book!!”

This still raises the hair on the back of my neck. How did I scan a phrase book so long ago and come up with a title because I liked its sound, while the caretaker of the very man I was writing about used that same word on his tomb?

Coincidence? Maybe. Somehow, it feels like much more. What do you think?

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“That It Should Come to This!”

 

My review of Hamlet for the Back to Basics Challenge 2017

SPOILER ALERT: This analysis of Hamlet is written for those already familiar with the play in its entirety or don’t mind me giving away the ending.

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I have been trying to read Hamlet for quite some time, but was unable to “get into” the story. So, I forced myself. I’d heard it was the greatest play ever written and felt I should know more than the image of some guy holding a skull, saying “To be or not to be.” Which didn’t happen in the play. The skull came later.

A major issue is that I’m not one of those who can read Shakespeare as though it is my second language. I struggle. So, I admit I bought the No Fear Shakespeare version with the original play on the left and the modern translation on the right. I could not have understood the plot without it.

Alright, so what do I think? Sigh. My first thought went to Old Hamlet’s ghost. “Are you happy now?” I wanted to ask him. “Is this what you’d hoped would happen?” It seems the death of his widow and heir along with his brother/murderer was, so to speak, overkill.

And what of Young Hamlet? He was hurt and angry by his mother’s remarriage to his Uncle Claudius, but the revenge his father’s ghost required seemed more an unwelcome burden than an undying passion. (More death words, reflecting the major theme) He basically knew he was charged to kill his uncle, but found a myriad of ways to avoid the actual act.

That’s when I realized. This is a parody of the popular genre of the day, the revenge tragedy. Not in the sense of making a mockery of it, per se. To me, it explores the shallowness of the stereotypical drama. Shakespeare himself must have been, like Hamlet, very introspective to develop the deep, layered characters he did. I can imagine him in the audience of one of these plays and asking, “What’s the point? Is making revenge your life’s goal really productive?”

Hamlet spends most of the play ruminating on such dilemmas, all while feeling hogtied to a doctrine of honor killings. Eventually, he goes about his life, letting it slide. Only through the unintended chaos of a sword fight—designed to murder Hamlet—did he follow through on his father’s command to kill Claudius. With disastrous results all around.

I’ve read analysis on Hamlet‘s themes and learned that experts believe this exploration of the play itself is a factor. To me, it’s a major takeaway. Perhaps because I feel the same whenever I watch an action movie. Really? I want to ask. Was all this destruction necessary? Why are the characters so dumb? A little forethought, please.

I believe Shakespeare was pleading for just such reflection and depth of character when he wrote this classic play.

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My former stereotypical view

 

Reading Challenge 2017

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Happy New Year! I’m going through my usual New Year’s Day goal-setting which will include another stab at a BACK to the CLASSICS Challenge. This contest sets up twelve categories of classic literature for the participant to read throughout 2017. If you’re curious about this or would like to join, go to https://karensbooksandchocolate.blogspot.de/ and click on the logo.

I have chosen a dozen books I’d love to finish before December 31, 2017 which could help me win a $30 Amazon gift card. Of course, the prize would be nice, but that’s not the point. As one who works best under a mild amount of pressure and reasonable deadlines, joining this competition helps me accomplish what I’ve always wanted to do anyway—read some of the world’s great books.

I am also a remote member of a book club in Queensland, Australia, which has introduced me to many wonderful contemporary novels, so 2017 is looking to be a good year for some intellectual stimulation.

Not to worry. My primary goal for the New Year is to complete Harps Upon the Willows, the sequel to my debut novel, Aroon. How long? Not long. I’ve finished 93,000 words of what I expect to be a 100,000-word book.

Anyway, as part of my commitment to this challenge, I am listing the books I plan to read next to each of this year’s categories. (If I state it publicly, I’m more likely to follow through.) I’ll post reviews as I finish each one.

count-of-monte-cristo-jpgA 19th Century ClassicThe Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas (read The Three Musketeers in a previous challenge and loved it.)

A 20th Century ClassicNight by Elie Weisel (Heard him speak in Columbia, SC years ago and he was the rare combination of wise and humble)

A classic by a woman author – My Antonia by Willa Cather

A classic in translation – (one initially published in another language) Don Quixote by Miquel de Cervantes

A classic published before 1800Hamlet by Shakespeare (tried before but couldn’t get into it. I’m determined, though, since it’s rated the greatest play ever written)dorian-gray

A romance classicFar from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy

A Gothic or horror classicThe Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

A classic with a number in the title – A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens (another I’ve planned to read for years, but haven’t. I enjoy Dickens, though.)

A classic about an animal or which includes the name of an animal in the title They anna-kareninaShoot Horses, Don’t They? by Horace McCoy

A classic set in a place you’d like to visit – (I’ve chosen London) Bleak House by Charles Dickens (As I said, I enjoy Dickens)

An award-winning classic – The Magnificent Ambersons by Booth Tarkington (won the Pulitzer Prize for fiction in 1919)

A Russian ClassicAnna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy (2017 will be the 100th anniversary of the Russian Revolution)

What are your thoughts on these choices? Have you read any of them? Please let me know in a comment.

Who is the Real Ichabod Crane?

Ever wonder ichabod_cranehow authors name their characters? It can be a tricky business. My characters have undergone multiple name changes due to my bad habit of giving them all names starting with the same letter. Ugh. Can you say ‘confusing’?

A main character in AROON, Eveleen, was originally named Catherine. I can’t remember what prompted me to change it to Margaret, which was shortened to Marg. That’s with a hard G like a friend from Australia years ago. My writer’s group was annoyed since they wanted to call her Marge. She is not a “Marge,” whatever that means. Names do have personalities.

Nonetheless, I found a website called “Baby Names of Ireland” (http://www.babynamesofireland.com/) which has the added feature of Frank McCourt (Angela’s Ashes) reading each name and its Gaelic meaning.

I chose the first initial ‘E’ since I hadn’t used it in a character name yet. (That was when Sir Edward was Sir Robert—same initial as Richard. Sigh.) I like the soft, lyrical sound of Eveleen, which is pronounced ‘Ay-vleen’ and has the bonus of sounding like my sister’s name, Evelyn, to whom the book is dedicated.

But I digress.

In more recent research, I was focused on the physical description of a character who, in my mind, resembled Ichabod Crane of Washington Irving’s “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” I googled to find images to help with descriptions.

Clicking around (half research/half procrastination), I discovered that Ichabod Crane was a real guy! Yes. Ichabod Bennet Crane was born in Elizabeth, New Jersey in 1787.

The son of a general, he chose a military career. First as a U. S. Marine, he was made a second lieutenant and served aboard a frigate for two years. In 1812, he left the Marines to become a captain in the U. S. Army. I don’t know why he switched branches. Maybe he’d hit some early 19th  century version of a Marine glass ceiling. Still, he had many successes as an army captain.

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Ichabod Bennet Crane (1787-1857): the real deal

So, what about Washington Irving and his gangly character? How many Ichabod Cranes could there have been? We don’t know for sure. But we do know the two men met in 1814 at Fort Pike in upstate New York. As an aide-de-camp to the governor of that state, Irving helped his boss inspect defenses in that area.

Ichabod Crane is a cool, lyrical name and may have stuck in Irving’s mind, only to come out when he wrote his short story six years later. In the one photo of the real Crane, he doesn’t look too skinny, but it was taken thirty-four years after they met, so who knows?

Either way, Ichabod Crane—who only would have been remembered perched upon the Crane Family Tree—has become an immortal part of our American culture.

 

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Tom Mison as Ichabod Crane

Though I bet he’d prefer the more recent characterization.

 

Lincoln–A Towering Figure

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On a recent trip to our nation’s capital, I marked a visit to Ford’s Theater—the site of Lincoln’s assassination—off my bucket list. While I could write plenty about the awe I felt standing so close to where Booth pulled the trigger—and just might—I must note a fascinating tribute to our greatest president that I’d not known existed. One that honors him on many levels.

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More Lincoln books than I could imagine!

Across the street from the theater is the Center for Education and Leadership connected to the boarding house where Lincoln breathed his last. There, a tower of books written with Lincoln as their focal point scaled three stories, thirty-four feet in all.

I was flabbergasted to learn that, over the decades, about 15,000 separate titles have been written about our sixteenth president. How much could there be to say? This is phenomenal considering books that center on his wife, Mary Todd, or the Civil War in general are not included in that number. Only books that deal with the man himself.

The tower is comprised of 6,800 copies of 205 titles, all made of fireproof bent aluminum. Cover art was printed directly onto the metal versions of each book. Imagine if all 15,000 were included. The building could not contain the soaring literary monument.

In 2010, designers glued each book onto the tower by hand, taking about ten days to complete. The video below shows the construction in about a minute and a half.

 

That so much has been written is a testament to the times Lincoln lived in, yes, but also to the wisdom the man gleaned from a lifetime of tragedy and pain. On top of that, he masterfully steered our country through the most trying time in our history, despite cruel and crass derision by too many of his countrymen from the North and the South.

We will not see his like again. Not because people of his caliber cannot or will not exist, but with our present-day fixation on the superficial, we will never, ever elect them.

 

I Want a Grogoch

grogochmainIn writing my book, Aroon, I needed some Irish mythical creatures. In the story, a prominent character, Eveleen, is telling fairy (or should I say faerie) stories to her little sisters. Having some Irish blood in my veins is not enough–it was off to Google to discover a beastie or two.

I searched “Irish story creatures” which led me to a lovely site, “Irish Myths & Legends.” Under the heading, “Creatures,” I discovered the grogoch, a half-fairy, half-troll of a man who runs around naked, covered only by coarse, reddish hair. Unfortunately, since he never washes, he also reeks.

He (and it’s always a “he”) is harmless and helpful. According to the site, “he may even attach himself to certain individuals and help them with their planting and harvesting or with domestic chores – for no payment other than a jug of cream. He will scuttle about the kitchen looking for odd jobs to do and will invariably get under people’s feet.”

I want one! I hear Glade Plug-Ins® handles odors quite well, and I’ll provide plenty of cream. Plenty!

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“No king? How about a queen?”

 

They do not like the religious, though. If a member of the clergy is in the house, they will leave. So, if my sibling, Sister Judy of the Daughters of Divine Providence, wants to visit, I’m sure she can get a room at the local Day’s Inn. It’s not far.

This worked out great for my story, providing some cute banter between the siblings. Wanting to learn the correct pronunciation of the creature’s name, I googled further.

It was then I found it: The Demoniacal, a blog dedicated to “the demons, monsters, & mysterious creatures that reportedly haunt our world.” (www.the demoniacal.blogspot.com) It even had a primitive video from YouTube of a grogoch story which showed me how to say it.

Then I read a comment on one of the blogposts: “in fact I think that vampires are hidden in somewhere of the earth, is only that they is not interest in attack us because they are already found a new feeding method or something like this.”

Oo-kaay. A little joke, perhaps? Regrettably, I don’t think so.

The blogger asks on a sidebar for readers with any supernatural experiences or “who identifies as a Witch, Vampire, Werewolf, Fairy, Alien or other supernatural being” to contact him. Or her.

This person ain’t playin’. To date, he’s posted 150 times about werewolves, 284 references to Satanism, 1,696 concerning UFOs and aliens, and 193 posts about Kurt Cobain.

Well, this shows two things. One is that you never know to what world your searches will lead you, and two–how easily I get sucked into the internet’s rabbit hole when I needed only ONE TINY PIECE of information. Help!

 

Note: This post has been re-worked from one I wrote in January of 2012. The site, “Irish Myths & Legends” was part of Thinkquest.org, which no longer exists.