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Was she thy God,
lovely to attract
Thy love, not thy subjection
Milton’s Paradise Lost
The first book of the Bible, Genesis, talks about the creation of the perfect garden and the creation of Man has always been one of my favourite of all the biblical stories, although one character who is linked but not in the book has fascinated me more.
Lilith appears in Book of Isaiah 34:14, describing Edom, where the Hebrew word lilit (or lilith) appears in a list of eight unclean animals, some of which may have demonic associations. This built the mythology of Lilith being the Queen or Mother of demons.
Her nobles shall be no more, nor shall kings be proclaimed there; all her princes are gone. Her castles shall be overgrown with thorns, her fortresses with thistles and briers. She shall become an abode for jackals and a haunt for ostriches. Wildcats shall meet with desert beasts, satyrs shall call to one another; There shall the Lilith repose, and find for herself a place to rest.There the hoot owl shall nest and lay eggs, hatch them out and gather them in her shadow; There shall the kites assemble, none shall be missing its mate. Look in the book of the LORD and read: No one of these shall be lacking, For the mouth of the LORD has ordered it, and His spirit shall gather them there. It is He who casts the lot for them, and with His hands He marks off their shares of her; They shall possess her forever, and dwell there from generation to generation.
Then around 13th Century, in order to explain some inconsistancies within the Old Testement, the Midrashic Literature, explained that Lilith not Eve was Adam’s first wife.
At the same time Jehovah created Adam, he created a woman, Lilith, who like Adam was taken from the earth. She was given to Adam as his wife. But there was a dispute between them about a matter that when it came before the judges had to be discussed behind closed doors. She spoke the unspeakable name of Jehovah and vanished.
It is from this mythology that the seed grew from The Mina Marley Chronicles. I wanted to create a story where Lilith is born again as Mina Marley and as well as telling her story in a modern setting. I wanted to link Lilith’s creation with that of the Supernatural world and play with the idea of her being a Mother or Queen. My tag line is that both Heaven and Hell want her dead. The idea that Mina as Lilith has the power of both realms running through her veins makes her uncontrollable and unpredictable. The Powers that Be ultimately want the reunion between her and Adam (Sebastian Daniels) who upon finding out that the angels had tricked him with a new wife (Eve) flew in to incandescent rage. The deal was made that he would remain immortal until Lilith was reborn and he would have what was his. But of course, nothing ever goes to plan, because far too many people have meddled in Mina’s life that it all goes wrong.
So upon writing the back story of Adam and Lilith, I tweaked a lot of the original Adam and Eve story and melded it into Lilith’s. I wanted people to look at her as less of evil demon or disobedient wife, but one that was curious and wanted to know why Adam was preferred over her. I wanted to also create a back story of Lilith’s link between herself and Supernatural creatures giving a basis of why Supton was built and why Otherworldly creatures flock there to live.
For me, Mina Marley is as much human as she can be despite her supernatural heritage. Born from an angel father and a succubus mother, yet she embodies what I feel Lilith is to us women especially. Choosing not be submissive, but standing up for ourselves and being strong in a positive way. Mina has the power to destroy everything in her path and yet doesn’t. She loves and hates equally, but knows that actions have consequences. She makes mistakes and has poor judgement sometimes. However, that’s how God made her. She was made with flaws, because if she wasn’t then she’d be almost angelic in purity.
So if you choose to join Mina on her journey, then keep that in mind, because for me Lilith is more relatable than Eve.
This is my version of the Garden of Eden story told by Gabriel
How many times have I heard ‘You’re not a real writer.’ from people, because I’m not traditionally published. Why am I not a real writer? I spend hours on end creating stories, which I then format and publish off my own steam. Surely that makes me a writer right? Does it matter how I do it? I just do it. Is this justified? I’m not sure. I’ve read some appauling traditionally published books and equally read some fantastic self published work.
Looking back over my writing career, I still find it astounding that this is what I do and still do. The first time I started to write, I had no idea what I was doing. I just remember writing words down and allowing the story I had to tell just to come out of me. That first story was Morgan and honestly, those first drafts were appaullingly bad. It just never worked or made sense, but it was a start. The seed had been planted and I was stepping on the road to my new way of life.
By the time I was writing The Higher Trilogy, I was taking it much more seriously. Learning about the trade and my writing was showing it. I’d considered writing courses and groups, but my experience doing a creative writing module at Uni put me off. Although there were some great ideas and tips that I gained from other students, the Tutor was not a fan of my writing style, complaining at the darkness that my stories always seemed to take. But my leanings reading wise has always been on the dark side, so the tone of writing reflects that. I even remember being told once that I shouldn’t write using my own style. It’s too risky to do that I was told. You should write properly. Again, this advice flummexed me. Why would I wait to be successful before using my own voice? Readers fall for the style just as much as plot and characters. Again it seemed people had tips on how to write and some of it was from those that had never write anything in thier life. One even said to me that I had good ideas, but I would be better with a ghostwriter. How to batter a writers confidence. Thankfully this was during my early writing career and I’ve learned what to take on and what not to. I may not sell millions but people are buying and reading and that speaks volumes.
When it comes to my writing process, I’m a bit haphazard. There’s a basic planning to the story, notes taken, but I don’t do anything special or use my office. In fact, the office gets neglected and should be used more. But I’m happy on the laptop in the middle of somewhere noisy and from there I can fall into my writing world quite quickly. But one of the things I’ve learned is that the craft I’m in is a personal one as is my journey. You can learn the technicalities, which is helpful, but I do beleive that if you can then you will. I could go on course after course, but would it make me a better writer? Maybe, maybe not, but all I know is that the love of what I do drives me and that is all that matters.
So am I real writer? Yes I bloody well am. It’s in my blood and I will continue doing it till they prise the pen from my cold dead fingers 😉
When it comes to sports, apart from team sports like netball and hockey, I was never any good. I had no confidence in myself and I just wasn’t really interested. The thought of being out in a cold wet field or on hot day in stifling heat, doing any form of excercise was a big no no. I remember the days that we would have to do cross country, which involved running from one high school to another. It was pure torture. Walking through most of it, with the teacher shouting beside you to keep running. Now after doing some running as an adult, I realise that the way they went about it was all wrong. We were never taught how to run, just told to do it. Even during atheletics in the 100m, I would collapse on the floor feining some sort of death, while the girl with asthma would pass me and I’d curse her arse. 🙂
Then after the death of my dad, I decided that I needed to change my life in alot of ways. My mum had died at forty five through alot of bad lifestyle choices and my dad at sixty. When your parents dies so young, it brings your own mortality to the forefront, so I choose to do everything in my power to extend my own lifespan. Yes, I could be hit by a bus tomorrow, but at least I can say I did what I could.
About a eight or nine months ago a friend of mine talked me into taking up karate and wouldn’t put up with the ‘I’m too fat and unfit’ excuse. I walked into the Dojo and felt totally lost. We started doing katas and the feeling of being overwhelmed just exemplified, but my Sensei, pushed and encouraged. I continued going to classes and slowly began to improve and settle into each class. I moved up the grading so that now I’m on my orange belt. #TeamOrange. Then just before christmas, I decided to do something that would have had me running for the hills and that was to compete. I mean go against others and try and win. What am I thinking? But I signed up and trained.
After picking my Kata, Siafa, I worked week after week to get it right. For those who don’t know this is an example of the Kata.
The kumite (Sparring) was just practise and down to the day with the opponant, so I watched videos, learned from the higher grades and concentrated on my Kata. I would be on my own doing this in front of a crowd and judges. Could I have put myself under any more pressure. Then with a week to go, the Saifa wasn’t quite working and had a last minuite change to do First Kata.
The day of the tournment we walked into the sports hall and the nerves hit. I wasn’t on until 12 and so had plenty of time to warm up and practise. I watched others and supported those from my Dojo who were competing and then it was my time.
Standing there and waiting to go on, I felt like this was it. I’d trained so there was no reason why I couldn’t do this. I bowed in and went for it. There was very little time to process what I’d done before it was time to do the Kumite. I can honestly say that it was the most fun I’d had. It also showed me that I was capable of anything, I just needed to beleive it.
I walked away with double silver and I walked away very proud or myself.
I call my karate comrades my family and they are. From feeling so isoloted and out of it walking into the Dojo for the first time. I’ve made some great friends and adopted more sons and daughters. We all support one another. I love them a great deal and ontop of that Sensei Nix who has spent so much time working with me and making sure I’m the best I can be. So for the first time in my life, I’ve won something sporty and acheived another milestone in my life.