Tir na Nua means the new land. That is appropriate, as I work out both detail and the craft of writing here on these pages. New can mean rough and unrefined, but it can also mean fresh. I hope, more than the former, that my take on Celtic myth and legend and in particular Irish lore, is a fresh take on a fascinating people and time. The why and how of what I’m doing on these pages are on my Author’s page: HERE
I have in mind several novels, but I had made little progress putting them on paper in a traditional manner. A friend encouraged me to write a blog and I decided to do it when I realized that I could write fiction in a blog format instead of engaging in the usual navel gazing that populates my conception of what a blog is (in particular one that I might write.)
SO, to begin writing, I have taken breaks and lunches at my current J.O.B. to fictionalize. I think of these stories as my writer’s note-book, writing exercises, process, and I confess that they are rough because they are not well thought out AND because it has been a pretty long time since I’ve done much more than think about writing.
Anyway, here is a page that gives access to some of these Stories.
Free CELTIC Fiction
My hope is to create fiction that speaks to the Celtic Heart. I have enjoyed the journey of discovery that I’ve taken starting with the name of an ancient Irish King, Niall Noigillach.
I’m a little nervous that my current skill does not do it justice, nervous to present what I have done so far. I found myself writing about Eskimos and Ismaelites and the Elven instead of what I really intend to present. Well, that should not be. Warts and all here is a new story that I rip from Celtic legend and set in my new world, Tir na Nua, the Red Son of Concubar.
Rough Draft Fiction Free Online
After all, I’m a man with a story. Even my name, O’Neill, has tales attached to it (like this one of the Hand Gules that is prominent in our heraldry,) but don’t we all? I love old tales, tales of heroes, tales of real people in strange times and strange people in real times. I have wanted to write such tales and, prodded by my friend, Jeffery, I have.
My Polished Stones
Since this is my process, a good deal of it is rough here as I begin. My hope is to get better and better at writing Celtic Fiction so that reading it free will become a bargain and not a chore. I plan to work on a few of my stories to make works of fiction closer to my potential. That is, I plan to polish them by rewriting them for your reading pleasure and in particular the reading pleasure of those who might come across this sight and have little patience for my early fumblings unfiltered from my imagination?
Recently I’ve realized that I should not. My first goal was to get something, anything here, secondly I NEEDED to write because it had been a long time since I had. I have courted your opinion to no effect, but then why should I expect it? Do I read other’s work and offer up my opinion, my help? Not recently and can I help?
So, I intend to polish up a few of the stories that have accumulated. The raw novelization of the Abbott and the Djinn will continue, undoubtedly I’ll put up more unfiltered imaginings like the Deer Riders and Child of Moss. Then, in a section before those unpolished stones, I will begin to offer some that have had my attention and effort so that you can judge me or at least have a better chance of being reliably entertained. Some may read on to the raw. HERE is the page that will list the more polished work. (it is currently empty <sigh>)
I hope this explains some of the why of me. For now, welcome, and please tell me what you like or you don’t. I value your insights.