It seems fantasy worlds are much easier to imagine than to chart. With the artist waiting for my preliminary sketches, the rubber had to meet the road.
It wasn’t that I was unfamiliar with Elderland. After years of carrying the story around in my head, not to mention the year spent writing the novel and the additional months of editing, I knew it like the back of my hand.
No, the problem stemmed from the amount of detail an epic adventure requires. The three books of my trilogy chew through a lot of terrain. Certain plot elements demand accurate propotions and even dictate the shape of the landscape.
I paused to respond to a Facebook comment from the artist who will render the finished maps. “Oh boy, do we have our work cut out for us. Why’d I have to create such a complex world?”
She responded with a Pollyanna-esque, “It’ll be great.”
This remark from someone who, also a writer, has been known to carry an entire universe in her head failed to reassure me. I’m not sure what I’ve done to warrant such an expression of faith. How could I fulfill her expectations?
Enter my husband, John, who gave me valuable advice on the geography of Elderland and even offered to draw a neater version of my map. John has a mathematical bent whereas I, well, I write poetry. I accepted his offer.
The last time I accepted an offer from this fellow, it turned out well. 😮