
The Church Cut into the Ground
How I imagined a church carved down into the rock, and what I borrowed from real stonework.
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How I imagined a church carved down into the rock, and what I borrowed from real stonework.

What I learned from handling a painted manuscript, and what a scribe’s day was like.

A desk by a window, a clay pot of coffee and three hours before the world wakes.

Why I lay out a map on the floor before I write a single word of a journey.

Questions, notes and a short history of the road for groups reading the first novel.

A hill above the terraces, a notebook and the day I understood my own kingdom.

Working out a week’s travel on foot, by mule and by river, with a ruler and a pencil.

Small questions about food that made a whole chapter feel true.

Why Aderan is called Aderan, and the twelve names I threw away.

The timeline on my wall, and the one mistake it stopped me making.
Newsletter
A research letter every Monday: a source, a map, a decision and a page I threw away.