When I was a kid I used to sneak into people’s coat closets when visiting with my parents, hoping to find a Narnia world on the other side. At home, in the old house I grew up in, I would also huddle in the dark beneath winter coats in the hall closet. I liked to imagine an older world long gone as I hid among musty wool. If I sat long enough would I be transported there?
Our old homestead was built during the late 1700s and the center hall closet door was once the front door. On the other side of that back wall were the slate steps that rose to nowhere, disappearing into the house. If I leaned up against the back wall I envisioned the colonial people that once entered there. Ladies in poofy dresses, men in fancy breeches, farmers, and soldiers.
And farmers and soldiers did indeed march past our house in the Anti-Rent War of 1839 – 1846 when the tenants revolted against the Lord of the Van Rensselaer Manor! This rebellion was led against the old patroon system of estate landownership and protest took the form of harassment of rent collectors by farmers disguised as “Indians,” who shot seized livestock and broke up rent sales. When a deputy sheriff was killed, martial law was declared.
Long after the sounds of feudal strife faded away, the ruts of the original road to our house were still barely visible in our yard, and at the top of our driveway sat the old stone buy cialis hitching post where travelers would tie their horse. Sadly, a drunk driver crashed and broke that hitch in two one rainy night, but I take it with me wherever I move.
Now, as an author, I get to step into another world in any room, anywhere. I have to say, it’s pretty cool to live out my childhood fantasies as a writer of fantasy.
And I still search for that door to a new world, a world I create.
I stood in awe recently before the mysterious doors of the Bryn Athyn cathedral. Doors that made me wonder…in another world or time, what would happen behind them?
These doors inspired the setting in my Joshua and the Lightning Road series.
The doors of Bryn Athyn
Ancient ones that seem to be watching over us.
Notice the crosses finger-marked at the top of each door. Looks like no door I’d want to be on the wrong side of. A blessed door or a cursed door?
What could unfold behind such a door? Chivalry, death, secrets, honor?
A door of glass and metal. Fragile and might come together in beauty and strength.
“It is the mission of each true knight…
To dream the impossible dream,
To fight the unbeatable foe,
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go;
To right the unrightable wrong.” – The Man of La Mancha
So is true for every writer. And to find the door behind which their imagination can survive in other worlds.
Do you seek to escape through doors to other worlds? Which is your favorite escape – movies, books, music, theater, or other?