Reasons for writing the book “Ewan Colin Coupar and a Touch of the Fae”
I’m not sure I can come up with any one good reason or who I was writing for but I’ll try.
Some of the story includes things and incidents and people from my distant past as a child, facts that I turned into fiction.
But I think the main reason is that I started dreaming a series of dreams when I was living and working in Montreal during the 1970s. Dreams I had over a period of time that lasted for about two years. Dreams that were sometimes two weeks apart and some about two months apart, totalling maybe twenty in all. What was unique about them was after I had dreamed them they stayed fresh in my memory, not like other dreams that usually fade fairly quickly. Also they seemed to connect with the previous dreams like a continuing story. I kept thinking to myself I should be writing these down and I eventually did but not until quite a few years later.
The part of the book that comes from the dreams involves Gorvic the traveller from the Norse countries. He was seeking some secret information in the islands across the North Sea, in the land which is now Scotland, but was not at that time. The dream took place in a very distant past, a long, long time ago.
How it morphed into Ewan and his friends with a Touch of the Fae I have no idea. That’s what I had originally thought but then I remembered that I had started an autobiography which I think sparked the story of my early life and somehow connected it with the dream series.
I do recall one of our neighbours in Trafalgar Street who kept telling my Grandmother that I was a different child from most of the others in the neighbourhood. Just what she meant I’m not sure. The neighbour was from Holland; she was a big Dutch woman called Mrs. Van something or other. I can’t recall her proper name, but she had a heavy Dutch accent that made you think there was something mysterious about her. Turns out that there were others around that were like me or so the story goes. I do know I believed in Faeries back then but I often thought that the reason I was different was my English accent, for which I was picked on a lot.
I had no one age group I was writing for, nothing like that in mind. Just whoever wanted to read a good wee fantasy tale. It took me about ten years to finish it from the time I started until I finished it by the end of 2016. To tell the truth I wasn’t sure I would ever finish it but now that I have I found that I had written enough to continue the story into book two and maybe beyond. We’ll see.
Oh and the book cover, I’m asked. Well the cover photo was taken last June on the old Roman road above Greenock on Whitelees Moor. The road goes toward the Corlic Hill and Cairn. When you reach the bottom of Corlic Hill you can either turn Left and head to Lurg Moor and the remains on an old Roman fort or go straight up the hill to the top. A good climb. However if you turn right instead you will find the ruins of an old farm, Burnside farm, where years ago the Rankin family had a wee teahouse there. The rock cluster in the photo is one of many along the road. It kind of depicts the home of some Rockkin spirits and the star effects in the background sky indicates the presence of the big Faeries, the other worldly beings.