Showing posts with label Simons Woods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Simons Woods. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Building the BryonySeries World

For those who are new to this blog, I posted my first blog post on August 1, 2010, and have blogged nearly daily ever since.

And while I've (overall) shared posts on the topics I listed on that first blog, I recently realized I've moved away from sharing much about the actual substance, crafting, and content of my books.

I'm hoping to reverse that on Tuesdays going forward (I hope).

So while I'm working on some of those said blogs, here are twenty-one posts from the first five months of the BryonySeries blog, back when we started it in 2010, more than a year before we published the first book.

Most of the posts are very brief - a couple of paragraphs at best. But they provide a nice glimpse into the building blocks of the BryonySeries world.

Happy reading!


That Lightning Bolt Moment

The Research Into Bryony

What is "Bryony?"

Woods, Water & Michigan, Part 1

Why a Bryony Cookbook

Some Traditional Vampire Lore

Woods, Water & Michigan, Part 2

Leeches 101

Woods, Water & Michigan, Part 3

A Peek Inside the Bryony Cookbook

Why Vampires

De-Romanticizing Vampires

Vampire Bat Facts

Teen Vampire Readings

Strange Foods

Someone Finally Asked It

How the Real Ed Calkins Became a Fictional Vampire

The Language of Fans

Snowbell

Jack the Cleaning Man

Storytelling and Storehouses of Memories



Monday, October 3, 2022

Welcome to Munsonville: A Quick Tour of a Fictional Fishing Village in Northern Michigan

In 1985, I had an idea for a vampire story, that I never started writing with any real progress and persistence until the fall of 2007.

That story has expanded into titles for people of all ages, and most (but not all) feature a supernatural theme.

You know the expression "all roads lead to Rome?"

Well, in the BryonySeries, all roads eventually, somehow, lead back to Munsonville, the main setting for the books.

Munsonville is a fictional fishing village in  Beulah County, Northern Michigan. It was founded by Owen Munson (the equally fictional Scottish/Italian mill owner) in 1875 and has not progressed much through the years. 

The illustration at the bottom of this post gives you an aerial view of the drive into the village. The entrance is also the best exit out, if you're able to leave, that is.

It's not just the villagers who get stuck. So, apparently, do my handful (less than ten) of super loyal readers, who can't let the characters go. When they finish one book, they eventually circle back to an older one, while waiting for me to scribble out yet another.

Now Daniel did create driving directions from Chicago to Munsonville, but I wouldn't travel to Munsonville that way. Use your imagination instead. It's bound to be more accurate.

Now as you leave reality and enter Main Street, you'll pass a large, smiling fish on a dented sign that reads: Munsonville. Population: 386. Everyone Welcome Here

You'll see shiny blacktop, plank sidewalks, and weathered brick buildings on your left, and Sue's Diner and the fishing cabins to your right.

The painted wood signs on the buildings read Village Hall, Joe's General Store, Harper’s Grocery, Dalton’s Dry Goods, Walker’s Apothecary, and Munsonville Public Library

Past the store buildings is Munsonville Inn, which has a three-story turret. 

Sitting further back is Munsonville Congregational Church, a cream-colored, clapboard building with arched windows and an ornate steeple.

Munsonville School, a three-story, redbrick building, is the last building in the row. 

Lake Munson is the "back yard" to Sue's Diner and the fishing cabins. 

A house-lined hill is to the far left, behind the shops, etc.. The hill has only three streets: Pike Street, Blue Gill Road, and Bas Street. All are named for early settlers. 

The houses were built in graduated sizes; the small, four-room houses are at the bottom; the largest houses - a salt box, a colonial, and a Queen Anne - are at the top. 

Beyond the houses is Munsonville Cemetery and the woods. Again, you'll want to avoid the woods.

Now if you continue East on Main Street, you will drive straight into Simons Woods. Deep into the woods and at the top of a hill is a playground and community garden. 

That space is the former the estate of renowned nineteenth century pianist and composer John Simons, who married Bryony Marseilles, a village girl, shortly before the turn of the twentieth century. Bryony died giving birth two years later. It's the village's claim to fame even though John left town shortly after Bryony's birth and never returned, so "they" say.

If you drive into the woods anyway, you should reach the other side, Evansville, in an about an hour, if you're fortunate.

But I don't recommend traveling through those woods.

Welcome to Munsonville!



Illustration by Jennifer Wainwright for the BryonySeries website.

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

The Satisfaction of Getting It Right

Editor's note: Tone may sound depressing to some. If concerned, skip the read.

Anyone who writes, or is perfecting a craft, often hears (or reads) how he or she is getting it wrong.

Articles with headlines of Ten Ways to Fill In Those Plot Holes, Five Darlings You Need to Kill Now, How To Hit That Daily Word Count, Writers: Stop Doing These Three Things Now all imply we need improvement in in these areas and more.

I'm all for self-improvement. But we rarely stumble upon articles that tell us when we're doing it right.

Well, one found me this morning.

Before I share it, one piece of advice to anyone who is working on a skill: strive for betterment but also seek out those reassuring signposts of progress and perfection.

My lone BryonySeries super fan has told me that a psychology student could write a doctoral thesis based on my books because the character development is that rich. 

While such a compliment is easy to wave away (as opposed to a general bad review that says I suck as a writer, which tends to hand around murkier than mist in Simons Woods), I read a gem of an article this morning that reinforced a nuanced part of Before The Blood in which I got something write.

And it feels good, especially since the book centers on how people live, how they die, and (especially) how they live in such a way to ruin their lives and wind up not quite in the afterlife.

In Before The Blood, one main character has a childhood nightmare that recurs in adulthood during times of great stress. The character always awakens from sleep calling for his mother.

In childhood, of course, she's there. In adolescence, she's there but not really. In adulthood, she's gone.

Here's my little win:

“A nurse from the hospice told me that the last words of dying men often resembled each other. Almost everyone is calling for ‘Mommy’ or ‘Mama’ with the last breath."


Illustration by Christopher Gleason for "Staked!" Follow him at artworkbytopher.com


Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Candle Sale for a Good Cause

A few months ago when Rebekah was assessing our BryonySeries candle stock (what we had left, sizes, scents, etc), she noticed some of the candles needed fresh labels.

So we reached out to Valerie Burkholder, owner of Valerie's Heavenly Scents, who had made the candles for us, and learned she was recently diagnosed with an aggressive form of lung cancer.

Although Valerie has kept us generously supplied with candles, we are actively trying to sell them all so she can have the money now, when she she most needs it.

The candles are homemade, soy, and come in a variety of sizes and five BryonySeries scents: bryony (a patchouli-like scent), purple rose, Sue's Diner (vanilla pudding), Lake Munson (ocean breeze), and Simons Woods (pine).

The candles burn very cleanly and retain the scent to the end.

The candles and I (along with my books) will be at The Book Market from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. on March 23. The Book Market is located at 2365 Plainfield Road in Crest Hill.

If you only have money for either a book or a candle, I strongly suggest buying the candle. We will have specials for combos and multiple orders.

If you live out of the area or cannot attend the event and wish to buy a candle, message us at bryonyseries@gmail.com and we will ship candles to you.

Most of all, please send up prayers/good thoughts and wishes for Valerie. 

Thank you. :)







Monday, January 22, 2018

Music, Book, and Candle

Are you planning to read (or re-read) the BryonySeries this year?

Consider two other related products for a complete experience: a CD of ten original BryonySeries piano songs by James Onohan and a soy candle in one of five BryonySeries scents.

First, the backstory behind the CD:

After Mrs. Clements had already returned Melissa’s library card, she reached under the counter. “I almost forgot. Here’s something else you might like.” She handed Melissa a record album. “This just came.”

The top of the cover read, "The Best-Loved Compositions of John Simons," and featured a picture of the musician sitting at a piano. Melissa turned the album over to the back and blinked in disbelief. She was face to face with her grandmother’s music box.

Ladies and gentlemen, James Onohan created the CD for us. For more information on James, the music, and how to buy the CD, go HERE.

Second, we have soy candles in several sizes available for purchase in five BryonySeries scents, all created by Valeries's Heavenly Scents.

The five scents are Bryony, Purple Rose, Sue's Diner, Lake Munson, and Simons Woods.

For more information on the BryonySeries line, including sizes, pricing, and ordering, email us at bryonyseries@gmail.com.

Now try reading the series by flickering candlelight with piano music in the background.

Have a beautiful Monday, readers, writers, and vampire fans! :)







Thursday, November 13, 2014

BryonySeries Throwback Thursday: Playing God


Playing God

“God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light.” Genesis 1:3.

As a Christian, I mostly focus on “God is love.” Except for the joyful experience of carrying seven children (one at a time), I’ve only given “God as creator” a polite nod.

Then I wrote three novels.

With fiction-writing, I caught a glimpse of God’s joy to speak something into being. “Let there be Munsonville,” I cried, and lo! Munsonville was, including Simons Woods and Lake Munson. I breathed the breath of life into my characters, and they lived (and died) at my word.

Anyone who sweats long hours at the keyboard knows building an imaginary world is not that simple, nor is it done in seven days. There's writing, rewriting, editing, and more rewriting. Yet, even God’s creation is not static, but ever-transforming.

But glorious? Heck yeah!