My eldest daughter designs and illuminates award scrolls for the Kingdom of Eldomere of the Society for Creative Anachronism.
This scroll's motifs are drawn from St. Patricks's Bell shrine, an 11th century house reliquary, and the enamel medallions from the 7th century Ardagh Chalice. The runic calligraphy uses the Elder Futhark.
As most of you know, my current urban fantasy novel also maintains an incidental Celtic continuum by upgrading certain creatures from Irish legend -- a Crom Dubh, who drives a black SUV, a bean sidhe who frequents a local laundromat, and the suggestion of a Leannan sidhe, a fairy sweetheart.
Yesterday, an editor phoned me. I cried all over her. So much for proper, professional composure.
If I am not in the middle of a Midwinter's Night Dream -- and barring all those cautionary proverbs about counting chickens/ cups, slips and lips that were dinned into me as a child -- I will have a formal announcement to make in a week or so.