“What’s in a name?”, she asked. Why, everything.

Dear Readers of Domus Exsulis.

I don’t know who you are, apart from those who have contacted me and those who have become friends. However, over the past thirteen years of working on this web of interconnected stories, I’ve always thought of you. I thought of you when I decided I was going to create an online, hypertextual playground for my fairytales and poems. I thought of you when, most gratifyingly, the first few of you started leaving feedback, telling me of what these tales meant to you. They made me want to be a better writer. They made me realise that there were other people like me out there, to whom my words were actually meaning something. It got a little heady at first. Within my very tiny corner of a very huge world, I began to feel a little more important, a little more relevant. The world shifted, the stories grew, and grew. Then the web-space in which the world was in was too small for it. So we all moved here in 2002. Then the names did not fit the world, and I searched different lexicons for the right names. It took me a long while, but sometime in 2004, I decided that using Latin would be a smart choice, for after all, was everything not set on that same isle to which Cupid had Zephyrus bring Psyche?

But then, in the process of writing, and unearthing, I discovered different things about the world I was writing about. The web was not enough. Being loose and self-published was not enough. A novel had to be written. And because I can never do things in halves, now we have short stories that connect to the novel and novellas that connect as well. Now, I don’t know when most of these will be done, when they’ll be submitted, and when they’ll finally be published. But Domus Exsulis will always remain independent and free, even if some stories will be taken down, and others written to keep the flow going.

I grew up as a writer on the internet, and while some of you – who are long gone, so I write to the memory of those of you who wrote to me, rather than to actual persons – felt these texts meant something to you, I also knew that my skills as a writer were not good enough. When I reread some of these tales, today, I cringe. They weren’t altogether bad, but they are not representative of who I am as a writer, anymore. In the same way, the isle has grown along with me, and my process of writing these stories has been a process of unearthing things about it.

To come straight to the point – I have finally unearthed a name, which is no longer a hokey portmanteau, no longer latin. And I’d like to share it with you. My plan was to write a story about how the Caretaker discovers this name. It’s fresh in my head, but I have deadlines to keep, and the changes have already been made on the website. So I’ll just, with minimum fanfare, share the name for what used to be StormLight’s Realm, and then Lumen Procellae:

Yrejveree – (ee-REJ-vuh-rEE)

I like it. For years I’ve been seeking the right name, and I’d written down Yraeth, more than once, because it derives from the welsh hiraeth, which was, in one form or other, my nickname on various bulletin boards, MUDs and IRC channels. But I also knew that the isle had autochthonous names and tribes, and I wanted the name to reflect that. There are a couple of those names in the stories some of you have read. The Mishgalaveri Mountains and Old Man Maheeri, the cliff, for instance. So I worked a little on it, and found a name that made me happy, especially since it connects with the system of names I’ve been slowly building. It also connects to the Yrole Triptych. So it fits. The other latin names will remain. Domus Exsulis will always be Domus Exsulis. That fits too. But I felt the actual name of the island should reflect something older, something more indigenous to the isle and I am happy to have found it.

In all these thirteen years of growing, building these stories and making these changes, I’ve always had you in mind, dear, Invisible, Intended Reader. I trust that these changes are made in both our best interests, and I hope that in my process of writing a novel that will hopefully go somewhere, and short stories that will actually sell, I will not let you down, but instead, exceed your expectations.

Because I know for sure, that I’m determined to exceed mine.

Lots and Lots of Love,

The Ninny, the help-bogles, the watermaidens and assorted critters of Yrejveree

(Note: As of 17 November 2012, Yraveri has been changed to Yrejveree because it better suits developments in the novel as it is being drafted)