I let the story simmer for a few weeks and worked on other aspects of the writing job I’d been neglecting, such as marketing, scheduling tours, and designing swag. In other words, torture. Meanwhile, someone innocently posted an interesting tidbit on Facebook about the lost land of Cantre’r Gwaelod off the coast of Wales and the submerged forest that recently emerged out of Cardigan Bay lending credence to the tales.
It was one thing learning Russian (and a whole new alphabet). But Welsh spelling and pronunciation is something I’ve been cowering in fear of since the first time I saw Cymru written on a building in Torchwood. (Although I’ve also been in love with the accent since Eve Myles’s Gwen Cooper first opened her mouth.)
*My muse thinks she's a laugh riot