Tuesday, November 17, 2015


Meet Dr. E. MacMorna, my Avatar.

Biography of Dr. E. MacMorna.

Born in the wilds of Northern Ontario he was raised by a school of Great Northen Pike.
Upon emerging from the cold, icy waters he said: "As I emerged into this new world, I saw...opportunity."

E. went to school and learn the arts of manipulation and hypnotization. Upon graduating he created the Great Fish Cult and the worship of the Great Pike.

Purple is his favourite colour and he fashions his style sence after Steve Jobs. At the moment, Dr. E. MacMorna is studying the culture surrounding League of Legends. In his own words, he points out that 'where there are millions of people feeding, there must be food.' Fizz is his favourite champion.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015


Interview with the Author of "The Veiled Lady," M.E. Eadie

Q. Why write the “Veiled Lady?”
A. I love Shakespeare’s and Marlowe’s works. I wanted to visit the time that produced these great playwrights.
Q. Why is one of your major characters from China?
A. The Middle Kingdom. China, as we know it, didn’t exist at that time. Miao Juzheng is an oddity, however, not entirely odd because the Portuguese did trade, in a very limited volume, slaves from the Middle Kingdom. She also has albinism.
Q. Why albinism?

A. Why not? White was the fashion rage at the time. The women used Ceruse or a white lead based makeup to make their skin fairer...so, what is whiter than albinism.
Q. You have a point there. But don't people with albinism have difficulties with their eye sight.
A. Absolutely. I also have problems with how they are generally portrayed in stories.
Q. What do you mean by that?
A. Well, most people with albinism are villains. I'll give you some examples: the torturer in "Prince Bride," the evil monk in "The di vinci code."
Q. Isn't he the sniper?
A. Yeah, that's funny. Imaging asking someone who is low vision being a sniper.
Q. Never thought of that.
A. Most people don't.
Q. But I find it hard to believe. There is a scene where George is teaching Miao to fight with a rapier.
A. Why not?
Q Women didn't fight with swords back then.
A. Who says? Listen, I agree it was a man's world and women didn't have much power, but Elizabeth was changing that. 
Q. How?
A. By not marrying. As soon as she married, she would lose power. Besides it was probably difficult having your mom's head cut off.
Q. Aren't you bothered that there really isn't a lot of material on characters like Christopher Marlowe, even Shakespeare.
A. Not in the least. This gives the writer great freedom to fill things in, to make up stuff.
Q. Well, thanks for talking to me. I really appreciate it.
A. For you, anytime. Anytime you want to talk to yourself, just let me know.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Queen Elizabeth: Wo-man?

It is not as outlandish as it seems to view Queen Elizabeth I as both male and female. In a time when the female sexual organs were viewed as the inverse of the male, it was not beyond the realm of possibility that a woman could become a man through vigorous exercise. In fact there is the tale of the shepherdess who in mid leap (she was leaping over a fence) became a man. Although this was more possible with girls than with women. It was a concern for men, if their wives were engaged in 'man's' work, that they would come home only to be greeted at the door by a man. This not only threatened the hierarchy of things, but also the fundamental power structure. Perhaps, through vigorous exercise, Queen Elizabeth was able to keep Lord Burghley from constantly insisting that she marry. Obviously it takes more than vigorous exercise to make a woman into a man, but that's not the point. The point is that to the Elizabethan mind, this was indeed possible.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Pre orders and Characters

Until December 28th I'm encouraging pre orders for my new book: "The Veiled Lady: A Miao Juzheng, George Silver Elizabethan Adventure."

These pre orders will be available through: Barnes & Noble, Kobo and Apples Ibooks.

What I'll be doing until that release date is blogging about a lot of the research that went into the creation of the book.

The first thing that I did was pick the Characters that I could form the nucleus of a story around. The Heroine had to be different, had to be exceptional...not unlike Queen Elizabeth. And I found that character in the creation of Miao Juzheng, a young woman from the Middle Kingdom. That alone is unique because Chinese slaves were a rarity in Europe at the time, but a young woman with albinism who has special powers of foresight...

The above picture is of my daughter, who is also from the Middle Kingdom and also has albinism. I took the picture in Black and White, because while the iris looks clear, sometimes 'pinkish' in colour, it is actually is a very clear blue.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

The Wall

Driving away from Tel Aviv airport towards Jerusalem I learned two things. I learned, through observation, that Israel is an armed camp and that the favourite saying of our Palestinian driver was ‘no problem, no problem.’ The wall around the West Bank is an amazing architectural structure, most walls are. Their purpose is often more sinister. Hadrian ’s Wall was designed to keep my ancestors (the ravening Celts) out of Roman controlled Britain: the great wall of China, to keep the Mongols at bay. So, what was the wall around the West Bank keeping out? When we went to Bethlehem it didn’t seem to be keeping much out. Traffic was flowing easily between the two states, yet there was the feeling that that could change at a moment’s notice.

Maybe to help understand the difficulties behind this was a conversation I overheard while eating at the Austrian Hospice in Old Jerusalem along the Via Dolorosa. The woman, in an animated discussion, was describing the population dynamics of Jerusalem. Out of the one million inhabitants of Jerusalem, two hundred and fifty thousand are Palestinian. Out of that number one hundred thousand have chosen to reject Israeli citizenship; they refuse to recognize Israel as a state. This has created a problem confining these people to Jerusalem. 

So, back to the wall: what is it keeping out? Well, the occurrence of suicide bombings have gone down since the wall went up, but tensions still simmer just below the surface. Everyone seems to tolerate each other by pretending they aren’t there. The Palestinians pretend the Jews aren’t there, the Jews pretend the Palestinians aren’t there and the Christians are just tourists. Then something happens and people start paying attention. For example during a traffic altercation the police responded, supported by several IDF (Israel Defence Force) soldiers. Watching everything was a large circle of young Palestinian men.  It was like circles within circle with everyone watching each other…and waiting.

I hope that the Jews, being the children of Abraham, and the Palestinians, also being the children of Abraham, can settle this centuries old dispute over inheritance without killing each other. Unfortunately Jerusalem is the mother of much tragedy and much dispossession.    

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Citrus in Jerusalem

Upon visiting some place new, senses are heightened and the mind is working overtime trying to store as much information as possible. The one thing I noticed on arriving at The National Hotel in Jerusalem was the smell: Citrus, everything smelled of citrus. The next day, on entering the Old City through Herod’s Gate into the Arab Quarter we noticed the preponderance of oranges, bananas and pomegranates. The citrus smell that I had put down to some cleaning product was everywhere. After a few days I realized that it was coming from my own pours. I began to smell like citrus. Of course I had been imbibing in frequent juice breaks of freshly squeezed orange and pomegranates. As far as nutrition goes the vitamins in citrus fruit deteriorates from the point of picking, but this was so fresh it tasted like nothing I had ever tasted. My favourite drink was pomegranate. I found it expensive in the grocery store back home, but here, in Jerusalem it was relatively inexpensive and beyond worth. After walking a number of hours in the crowded streets it was delightful to sit and drink fresh juice and become one with the smell of citrus, which everyone else smelt of.