I read Celtic myths from one of my books all afternoon,nothing sweeps me up as they do,I forget where I am.I read the 'The love of Fand', I was lost in the lands of the otherworld where I have been before.What a great sense of Cu Chulainn the story had,as he crossed the veil between his love for Emer his wife and Fand in the otherworld.And Eithne tending to him with all the sorrow she could bear,I adore the love legends most of all.Fiction I read never seems to enthrall me as these Celtic myths...

The host is rushing 'twixt day and night,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away
- Yeats

Well I'm not getting better and trying to figure out ways to cure,I was looking up ancient welsh remedies, today I'm determined to find something that will help and have been scouring online.I can no longer just sit and wait for it to pass.Toko pa had some nice lines about illness though;
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Well I worked on my most recent novel idea yesterday now called 'The Hawk and the Harper' I changed it to completely rest in Wales and it's now a book about two ancient welsh poets.I'm having them come upon each other at an early eisteddfod which was then a sort of poetry festival and he the humbler poet wins a chair at the table of her noble family through his poetry which was the done thing then,his name is Eilian.I'm not sure how deep I can get into the thick of Wales.I have decided whichever...

"The Awen I sing,
From the deep I bring it,
A river while it flows,
I know its extent;
I know when it disappears;
I know when it fills;
I know when it overflows;
I know when it shrinks;
I know what base
There is beneath the sea."

Came up with another novel idea,a Celtic novel,two poets in love in 1260.She a pretty maiden from an ancient family of Celtic and Pictish descent,minor nobility in the lammermuir hills...

And then I mounted and she bound me
With her triumphing arms around me,
And whispering to herself enwound me;
He shook himself and neighed three times:
Caoilte, Conan, and Finn came near,
And wept, and raised their lamenting hands,
And bid me stay, with many a tear;
But we rode out from the human lands

Reading the heroic romances of Ireland,which you can read too.The eleven different romances are all ancient; seven are either in the...