I’m not the sharpest tool…the brightest bulb… but I’m actually researching things, for my current writing project. Research isn’t my kind of thing, because it causes me more questions than it answers, most of the time.  I would much rather run naked directly into the fire, to be honest.

My project is a HUGE bitch, because it’s about life 4000 years ago. Back when (some would have us believe) we were still dancing with dinosaurs.

This project started out as a stream of dialog, that drove the story line along wonderfully. Great, great brainstorm to begin with. Best blast of creativity I’ve had in a few years.  And then suddenly, after a week of isolation from family and friends- I got nothing to show for it? The file just disappeared from my computer. Like it was never even there, not even in the recent documents list. I don’t know if it was a glitch in Open Office, or what, but it was lost. I’ll never be able to replace it exactly, but I’m still in love with the premise of the story.  Part of that premise is how times have changed, but people and their roles in society  haven’t as much as you might think.

Anyway, so I’m out exploring life 4000 years ago.  And I still haven’t found the exact stage I’m looking for, for this little drama.  One question leads to a dozen, as most of my research always does.  Because I’m a Euhemerist (I just found this out), this has turned into a quite a complex task to sort out.  (That means that I believe that Gods/Heroes of myths were real people, who’s stories become so elaborate over time, they transcend from being mere mortals into Gods).  So, I’m spending as much time learning mythology and well as my geography, as well as plotting events on my timeline.

All of that is to say, I haven’t got time for you now!  All kidding aside, I’m being overloaded with information, which is actually taxing to my creativity.  I’m having to suck all this stuff in, for a dozen historic cities, dozens of jobs, along with trying to divide myths from reality, to paint a portrait of something really bad that happened long ago, that you may not have ever heard about, but should have.  It was far more important to world history than when the Picts invaded Scotland.  Time travel is not so easy and not much fun when you have purpose in mind.

This started because I got really tired of hearing only about what they were digging up in Egypt.  The world has always been larger than Egypt, I think?  It seems we have 10,000 years of history in the North, and only 6,000 years of history in the South, but the Southern continent get all the good press!  I worry about the damage we’ve done to antiquity and discovery with the Gulf Wars, and even WWII.

I stumbled upon the legend of Fenius Farsa, the King of Scythia, so called creator of the Gaelic language in Ireland and Ogham?  Being of Euhemerist school of thought, I don’t doubt that there was a con man from the Middle East, who claimed to the King Scythia in the first century BC (maybe he was?).  I mean how ironic is that he came from the land where they speak Farsi, and his name is Farsa?  I doubt that he had anything to do with Farsi or Gaelic, however.   Fenius is believed to come from meaning Phoenician.  It just all sounds like a con-man’s name game to me, who came and took advantage of their kings.  Fenius was suppose to there at the building of the Tower of Bable, but trouble is that first century BC is far too late for such an event to have occured.   Best date for Mosus was the mid 1400’s BC, a thousand years before good old friend, Fenius.

This is just the type of distractions I frequently run into.  Fenius is one, that I’ll need to learn more about, because to me, he sounds like a crack-up and a half.  I’d be willing to bet that Fenius came from the first century AD, and the Irish pushed him back farther into history because of his wild claims.  What there is no doubt about to me, is that Fenius doesn’t fit in my timeline at all, for my story that I want to tell.  I just don’t really want to make too many huge stupid mistakes, even in a tale of fiction.

We live in a wonderful age, where DNA science will explain who we are, really.  But you know, that politics will get in the way of progress, sadly.  It always seems to.