Novel Magic: Impetus Toward Ireland by Judith Sterling

It’s that time of year again when strange stirrings rustle the dry leaves and half-seen shadows melt into the moonlit forest. Something tells me Judith Sterling, my guest on Novel Magic today, understands the whispers in the ether better than most. Find out how she discovered a startling truth about herself and how she incorporates her passions for history and the paranormal into fantastic books.

Impetus Toward Ireland by Judith Sterling

One night in the summer before my senior year of high school, I kicked off my bedcovers with a vengeance.  I snatched my glasses from the nightstand and glared at the ticking clock.

1:00 a.m. and all was NOT well.

I’d fidgeted for almost two hours, and sleep remained a stranger.  Rolling my eyes, I abandoned my bed, then slunk through the house and out the back door.

Humidity hugged my skin like a second aura.  With a sigh, I pushed up the sleeves of my nightgown and scanned the backyard.  Spanish moss dangled from the oak trees.  Moonlight touched the pool.  Frogs croaked their hardest, but the sharp drone of crickets stole the show.

“Why am I so restless?” I asked aloud.  “How can you yearn for something you can’t even name?”

As though sharing a private joke, the stars above winked.

The night held no answers; the mosquitoes showed no mercy.  So I stole back into the house to worship the miracle of air conditioning and find something to read.

In the living room, I searched the shelves until my gaze locked on a book I’d never seen:  Ireland – A Picture Book to Remember Her By.  I grabbed it and settled on the velvet couch.

From the moment I opened the book, I changed.  Waves of emotion rushed over me:  love, sorrow, and strangest of all, homesickness.  Gratitude flooded my heart and mind, for this was what I’d sought.  I turned each page with reverence, melding my being with the images thereon.

It was crazy.  I was born and raised in blazingly hot, equatorial Florida, about as far from Ireland and its blissfully cool climate as you can get.  Before that night, I’d never considered the Emerald Isle.  Not once.  Now my whole life seemed to have led me to the discovery that I was somehow linked to that distant land.

Desire and will swelled within me, and I squeezed the book to my chest.  I knew what I must do.

I jumped up and raced to my sleeping parents’ bedroom.  “Mom!  Dad!”

My father grunted, but my mother bolted upright in bed.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.  I just wanted to tell you my decision.  I’m going to Ireland.”

She squinted.  “What, tonight?”

“No, but soon.  I have to go.”

Dad rolled over.  A rumble of complaint sounded, either from his throat or his stomach.

Mom glanced at the clock, then sank back onto her pillow.  “Fine.  But let’s talk about it in the morning, okay?”

When morning arrived, I did more than talk.  Truth be told, I ate far too many donuts, but I must’ve burned off the calories during my impassioned plea.  It was Ireland or bust!  My unsuspecting parents didn’t know what to make of my new obsession, but Dad informed me my great-grandfather had emigrated from Ireland in 1914.  How this fact escaped my notice for 17 years is beyond me, but now that I knew of my Irish heritage, I was unstoppable.

My grandfather had the address of our Irish cousins in County Kilkenny, and I obtained it faster than you can say Éirinn go Brách.  Soon after, I became pen pals with one of the cousins, and we exchanged letters, photos, and even a phone call over the next 10 months.

My enthusiasm for Ireland was contagious, and by senior graduation, three round-trip plane tickets waited on my parents’ desk.  The Three Musketeers—Mom, Dad, and I—were bound for Shannon Airport.

Excitement forbade sleep on the long flight over, so after we’d shuffled through customs, traded dollars for pounds, and procured our rental car, we drove straight to our bed-and-breakfast in the village of Bunratty and took a nap.  When I awoke hours later, Mom informed me I’d spoken Irish in my sleep.

My instincts implored me to pay attention.  From the moment I stepped foot on Irish soil, I felt I’d come home.  This was no shallow sentiment; it was a gut reaction, a reunion with a piece of my soul.

Ireland’s landscape was as gorgeous as its people were gracious, but my response to its beauty seemed greatest in Killarney.  There, while bouncing in the back of a jaunting car, I became one with my surroundings.  The cool wind caressed my cheeks and whipped my long, blonde hair into a wild mass which would’ve made any banshee proud.  Low-hanging, purple clouds harmonized with rippling lakes, and the gentle slope of mountains accompanied them.  Flowering bushes, rustling trees, and fertile soil moist with promise completed the symphony.  Each note had perfect pitch.  Every phrase was pure magic.

When our driver reined in his horse, my parents jumped from the carriage, eager to tour Muckross House.  I shared their enthusiasm but was so caught up in nature’s melody I didn’t want the ride to end.  Still, history summoned me, so I followed their lead and strode toward the house.

Abruptly, I hesitated.  The lake to my right seemed familiar.  The adjacent parkland beckoned, but I had to resist its pull.  With our jam-packed schedule, an amble through the woods was out of the question.

Years later, I would explore those woods and discover a surprising piece to add to my life’s puzzle.  Once again that night, Mom heard me speaking Irish in my sleep.

In my latest release, The Cauldron Stirred, seventeen-year-old Ashling Donoghue has a similar experience.  And she not only visits Killarney, but gets to live there.  Ah, the magic of fiction!

 

Excerpt from The Cauldron Stirred:

            A sudden, resounding chime pierced the silence. Then another rang out, and another. It sounded like the peal of a gigantic grandfather clock. The wind began to howl.

            “Midnight.” He turned and pointed. “Look!”

            From the mouth of the cave burst a symphony of specters. There were hunters on horseback and wailing hounds. Flying above and behind them were hundreds of nocturnal creatures. Living gargoyles. Gray ghosts. Copper red birds. Dark angels with massive, black-feather wings.

            I suppose I should’ve been scared. But for someone like me, who’d embraced the magic and mystery of Halloween from day one, the Wild Hunt was a glorious sight. The stroke of midnight, the rushing wind, the mad pursuit across land and sky: all stirred my soul.

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A bit more about Judith.

Judith Sterling’s love of history and passion for the paranormal infuse everything she writes. Flight of the Raven and Soul of the Wolf are part of her medieval romance series, The Novels of Ravenwood. The Cauldron Stirred is the first book in her young adult paranormal series, Guardians of Erin.  Written under Judith Marshall, her nonfiction books—My Conversations with Angels and Past Lives, Present Stories—have been translated into multiple languages. She has an MA in linguistics and a BA in history, with a minor in British Studies. Born in that sauna called Florida, she craved cooler climes, and once the travel bug bit, she lived in England, Scotland, Sweden, Wisconsin, Virginia, and on the island of Nantucket. She currently lives in Salem, Massachusetts with her husband and their identical twin sons.

 

 

Find Judith online and get news about her latest releases. 

Website – https://judithmarshallauthor.com/

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/judithsterlingfiction/

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16291161.Judith_Sterling

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01MT3KB7L

The Wild Rose Press – https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/2212_judith-sterling

22 Comments

  1. Cat Dubie

    So interesting! Thanks for sharing. Best of luck with the book.

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    1. Judith Sterling

      Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks so much, Cat!

      Reply
  2. Sandra Tilley

    I loved your story about finding yourself and your heritage. You convinced me. You have an Irish soul. Your book sounds amazing. Wishing you all the best.

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    1. Judith Sterling

      Thank you, Sandra. So glad you enjoyed it! 🙂

      Reply
  3. Pamela S Thibodeaux

    Oh Wow…wow…wow!

    What a story!

    I want to visit Ireland someday.

    Your book sounds fascinating
    Good luck and God’s blessings
    PamT

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    1. Judith Sterling

      Thanks so much, Pam! I hope you get to Ireland someday. Something tells me you’d LOVE it! Best of luck and blessings to you, too!

      Reply
  4. Donna Simonetta

    Ireland is one of my favorite places too, and I loved reading The Cauldron Stirred! I can’t wait for book 2 in the series.

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    1. Judith Sterling

      Thanks, Donna! I’m thrilled you enjoyed the book so much. I’m working on Book 2 as we speak! 🙂

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  5. Susan Coryell

    What an AHA moment for you! And it surely paid off for your writing. Best wishes for continued AHA moments!

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    1. Judith Sterling

      Thanks so much, Susan. There have been many such moments, and I’m sure there will be many more. I wish the same for you! 🙂

      Reply
  6. Veronica Blake

    This was great. I definitely felt Judith’s excitement as she discovered her love for Ireland. I’m sure the same enthusiasm is evident in her novels, too! Can’t wait to read them. xo

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    1. Judith Sterling

      Thanks, Veronica! I can’t wait to read your book, Superstition, too! 🙂

      Reply
  7. Mary Morgan

    What a beautiful, inspiring story, Judith! The call of the land is a powerful one, since I understand it well. I am still processing a trip and experience on the Orkney Islands in June. And I have yet to truly decipher a meaning I received while visiting in Ireland seventeen years ago! Looking forward to reading your new release. Wishing you all the best! 🙂

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    1. Judith Sterling

      Thanks so much, Mary! The Orkney Islands…wow! I’ve wanted to go there ever since I studied at the University of Aberdeen. I just couldn’t afford it at the time. Someday! 🙂

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  8. Laura Strickland

    Judith, I LOVED this post and wow, can I identify! I wrote an entire series of novels about a place I never visited until many, many years later, all details correct. In the lyrics of one of his songs, Ian Anderson (a hero of mine) states: Everybody is from somewhere, even if you’ve never been there.” For me, that says it all.

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    1. Judith Sterling

      Thanks so much, Laura. I love connecting with people who relate with these kinds of experiences. And my husband loves Ian Anderson, too!

      Reply
  9. Alina K. Field

    Wonderful post! What a blessing to have discovered that connection so early in life.

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    1. Judith Sterling

      Thanks so much, Alina. It was/is a blessing, and it’s a tie that will never be severed.

      Reply
  10. Jennifer Wilck

    wow, that was fascinating to read. Such a strong pull you’ve had for Ireland. I’m glad you had the chance to go and hope you get to go back again soon. Congratulations on your book!

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    1. Judith Sterling

      Thanks so much, Jennifer! I definitely want to get back to Ireland. Writing this YA series is a way to do that in spirit until I can do it in person. 🙂

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  11. Judith Sterling

    Thanks so much for having me today!

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    1. SorchiaD (Post author)

      My absolute pleasure, Judith! Very nice excerpt from The Cauldron Stirred. May your sales be stupendous 🙂

      Reply

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