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Write with Me … One Last Time?

December 12, 2014 by Gillian Bronte Adams 25 Comments

So
maybe a bit dramatic … and it won’t exactly be the last time, but why quibble over semantics?

With
the third Hobbit movie coming out in theaters in less than a week, it feels
like the Battle of the Five
Armies
has already begun with the onslaught of posters, trailers,
and #OneLastTime attempting to take the world by storm.

Needless
to say, it’s stuck in my head. Score one for the marketing team!

Meanwhile,
I’m buried beneath a pile of sticky notes, outlines, and character sheets as I
furiously work on book two of the Songkeeper Chronicles. If you haven’t read Orphan’s
Song
yet, you certainly will want to read it before book two
comes out.

Because
here in book two, our beloved characters deal with bigger stakes, tackle bigger
opponents, encounter a bigger world, and brave even bigger dangers than before.

In
short, it’s bigger.

Which
means that I as the author am dealing with bigger stakes, tackling bigger
opponents, encountering a bigger world, and braving even bigger dangers than
before too.

But
I have off from work at my day job over the weekend and through Monday, so
being the glutton for punishment dedicated writer that I am, I have
issued myself a challenge.

A
full-on gauntlet in the face challenge.

Starting
tonight promptly at 6:00 PM and concluding before 6:00 AM Tuesday:


I will write 20,000 words.

Whew,
there I said it … now I have
to follow through. Or die trying. (Maybe not that part.)

I’m
an edit as you go type of writer. If I’m not happy with what I write it’s super
hard for me to keep going. But I’ve managed to crank out 50,000 words in 13
days before, so obviously
this is the next logical step in my writerly progression.

In
any case, I’m looking forward to my writing weekend and wanted to invite all
you writers out there to join me in my epic quest.

Set
your own goal if you wish—after all you know your writing pace best. Choose to
write for part of the time, most of the time, or all of the time. Come hang out
on my Facebook page where I’ll be posting (hopefully excited) updates and
writing inspiration throughout the weekend.

But
join me, fellow warriors of the pen, and “write with me … one last time.”

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Inspiration, Songkeeper Chronicles, The Hobbit, Writing

How to Build a World and How to Destroy It—Guest Post from J.B. Simmons

December 10, 2014 by Gillian Bronte Adams 11 Comments

jbsJ.B. Simmons writes thrillers with an apocalyptic twist, and political philosophy clothed in fantasy. His latest novel, Unbound, tells the story of a rich kid from Manhattan with nightmares of a dragon and the world ending in 2066. In his Gloaming books, J.B. carries the torch of Tolkien and C.S. Lewis into an underground city with an exiled prince. J.B. lives outside Washington, DC, with his wife, two toddlers, and an intriguing day job. He writes before dawn and runs all day. His secret fuel: coffee and leftover juice boxes. Learn more at www.jbsimmons.com. *     *     *     *     * What kind of worldbuilding is the hardest? All of it. I’ve created two different worlds in the past few years. One is high fantasy, and medieval in style. The other is on good ole planet earth, but set in the year 2066. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that the challenges of worldbuilding exist for every book that departs from our present reality. The world must be crafted with care, because a few slips can destroy it for readers. Building Worlds (for the writers) Every novel is set in a fictional world. But the more time and space vary from today’s earth, the more important it becomes to make the book’s world believable. Readers have to believe before they’re going to care. First, writers should build the world in their minds, laying the mental foundation. You might follow the Creator’s example: start with the heavens and the earth. Add a little light and dark, water and land. Then toss in some plants and animals. People and buildings make good additions, too. Next, ask lots of questions about what you’ve created. Try these for starters:

  • Do normal laws of nature apply? Any exceptions?
  • Which virtues are overlooked? Which vices praised?
  • What’s the weather like?
  • What languages do the people speak? How about the animals, the robots? 
  • Swords, guns, or nukes?
  • Standard breakfast menu?

Think that last question is a joke? Maybe a little, but what someone eats can reveal a lot about a world. Here’s an example from Unbound:

I had seven minutes until my wake-up alarm, but I started my morning routine anyway. Thirty seconds in the shower chamber, one minute to slip on my black suit, and then my food arrived. Real eggs and coffee. My mouth watered. It had been too many mornings of pills and smoothies. This was a day for real food. I took my time with each bite while watching the video briefings.

As I wrote more about the year 2066, the words helped fill in the gaps. I typed lots of silly details that didn’t make the final book. They helped me flesh out a future reality, which you can read more about in my blog post on Writing the Future: Real Technology in Fiction. The editing and pruning of extraneous fact got harder as topics grew in complexity. For example, how could I show how international security might be different in 2066, without writing an entire history of the next five decades? I used tidbits like this: Unbound_COVERA spinning holograph of the White House appeared before the instructor. “You know,” he said, “the President used to live in this house a few blocks from here.” Laughter rolled through our class. There were fifty of us in the room, and most looked like old bureaucrats. “I know, I know, hard to imagine,” he joked. “The President, living out in the open like that, with everyone knowing where he was? Well, life changes when you have power and responsibility. The world is watching, and it’s our job to watch the world. Starting today, you used to stay in hotels, just like the President used to live in the White House.” The holograph blinked off. I hope that reveals something about this future world. Maybe it leaves you curious about why the President no longer lives in the White House. The editing process should seek the delicate balance of revealing the world while enticing readers deeper into it. Destroying Worlds (for the readers) Fictional worlds are fragile. They unravel every time a word, or a mental picture, makes a reader trip. The great challenge is that different things trip up different readers. Yet it boils down to four common issues. 1. Too much detail. You might guess this from a book’s thickness. Hefty fantasy epics often pile on the detail. This can be incredible, engaging, escaping. But it can also drag. Here’s a classic example: The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien. Talk about a world builder! Tolkien invented languages. He wrote history. But I think we’d all agree that The Lord of the Rings is a better read than The Silmarillion. This doesn’t at all mean The Silmarillion is poorly written or bad, it just has A LOT of details. Here’s an excerpt from the beginning:

“[I]t is told among the Eldar that the Valar endeavoured ever, in despite of Melkor, to rule the Earth and to prepare it for the coming of the Firstborn; and they built lands and Melkor destroyed them; valleys they delved and Melkor raised them up; mountains they carved and Melkor threw them down; seas they hollowed and Melkor spilled them; and naught might have peace or come to lasting growth, for as surely as the Valar began a labour so would Melkor undo it or corrupt it. And yet their labour was not all in vain; and though nowhere and in no work was their will and purpose wholly fulfilled, and all things were in hue and shape other than the Valar had at first intended, slowly nonetheless the Earth was fashioned and made firm. And thus was the habitation of the Children of Ilúvatar established at the last in the Deeps of Time and amidst the innumerable stars.”

Do we have to know that history of Middle Earth to enjoy The Lord of the Rings? No, but we benefit from the clarity of the world in Tolkien’s mind. This clarity helped him write a story in a believable world full of elves, hobbits, and dwarves. While The Silmarillion may never be a Hollywood blockbuster, it is the foundation that helps the world of Middle Earth long live on.  A_Map_of_Middle-earth_and_the_Undying_Lands_color 2. Not enough detail. These are the thin books. Sometimes they pack heavier punches, like Hemingway. It helps when the story is contemporary, so that the world-building touch is lighter. But the touch is still there. You see proof when you pick up a bare book written fifty years ago. Are there unexplained details that don’t make sense in today’s world? They probably made sense when they were written.  Some readers of my Gloaming novels craved more detail about the world. Perhaps the books are an oddity: compact epic fantasy. So readers who are accustomed to longer epics understandably could want more. But other readers praised the action and picked up on my hint that this was to be a “simple yet luxurious backdrop” for a deeper struggle:

Almost every building was built of bright white walls and steeply pitched, slate gray roofs. Against that simple yet luxurious backdrop, the thousands of merchants and craftsmen of the city had developed their own colorful pennants, which they proudly flew from their rooftops and windows. The building’s strong foundations and ornate decorations reflected the city’s culture—bound by generations of custom, but individually distinct and free. Every twisting road had known hundreds of stories and names.

This, again, is the balance writers must seek. It’s a little like Goldilocks’ porridge. Not too much detail, not too little – but somewhere just right. 3. Inconsistencies. These are the nuclear bombs of worldbuilding. No one likes inconsistencies, and readers are geniuses at detecting them. If a castle had a crumbling southwest wall in the first chapter, that crumbling wall should darn well matter when an army is gathered outside it ten chapters later. The best way to iron out all these points is to give your near-final book to beta-readers. They won’t let inconsistencies slip. No one does. 4. Unbelievable events. Like the Creator, when you build a world, you have the power to change it, even destroy it. With this power comes great responsibility. An important rule of thumb is: once you’ve made your world’s rules, don’t break them unless you have a very good reason. (Hint: there’s a very good reason coming in the Unbound trilogy.) In the end, the best worlds make us believe the unbelievable. That’s why we read after all, to visit worlds we love and carry back memories into the world where we live. Let’s make our worlds count — J.B. Thanks, J.B. for visiting with us today! Q: If you’re a writer, what are your favorite ways to approach worldbuilding in your novels? And as a reader, are there any particular books where the worldbuilding completely drew you in?

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Fantasy, Guest Post, Tips, Writing

Brothers, Side by Side

April 16, 2014 by Gillian Bronte Adams 22 Comments

Brothers Side by Side Born on the plains, a farmer’s sons
and brothers the same, raised on promises…
we’d stay that way.
As boys we believed, summers at the sea
we were free to become men of good will…
side by side. “By Your Side” House of Heroes Sunset falls over the battlefield, blood red streaking the sky in mimicry of the bloodstained, flame-ridden plain below. And as the shades of night descend, two armored figures meet amidst the dead and the dying, cast battered swords from weary hands, and grip one another’s shoulders. It is done. The battle is won. And they are both still alive. The halls of unforgettable story telling are filled with epic battles, hard won fights, and brother tales. Whether the main players are actually brothers, or simply brothers-at-heart, there’s just something about a good brother story that grips us by the heart and won’t let us go. Just off the top of my head, I can list a good half dozen tremendous brother pairs from novels, films, history:

  • Merlin and Arthur, BBC’s Merlin TV series
  • David and Jonathan, the Bible
  • Dean and Sam Winchester, Supernatural TV series
  • Sherlock and Watson, many awesome interpretations over the years
  • Thor and Loki, Marvel-verse
  • Legolas and Gimli, The Lord of the Rings
  • Steve Rogers and Bucky, Captain America
  • Fred and George Weasley, the Harry Potter series

I could keep going for at least another ten minutes. Daresay I could pull another half dozen out of The Lord of the Rings alone. One of my favorite books, Enemy Brothers, is a tremendous brother tale set in Great Britain during WWII. (Actually, what makes it even more spectacular is the author penned the novel before the end of WWII was anywhere in sight! Knowing that just makes every awesome heart-wrenching scene in the book that much more incredible. If you haven’t read it … you should.) I rediscovered my love for brother tales recently while writing a short story, Shattered Ice. Despite its shortness—clocks in right around 1,000 words (an earth-shattering feat for me)—I fell in love with Ren and Tal and would be thrilled to explore their story more at some point in the future. I suppose I just love sibling tales in general. The bond between siblings, the complexities of their relationships, and the protectiveness they feel for one another are near and dear to my heart. So I find brother tales, brother-sister tales, and even sister tales especially enjoyable. Somehow though, sister tales rarely possess the same power that brother tales do. I won’t say a sister tale can’t be done well—I’ll admit to enjoying Disney’s Frozen as much as the next person—but somehow there never seems to be the same raw depth, heart, and strength to the story. So what is it about a good brother story that strikes so deep? I pondered this question over the past few days, racking my brain for the answer. To be honest, I don’t know. But I can speculate. I wonder if it in part has to do with the fact that if there’s one person you know—or think you know—better than yourself growing up, it’s your sibling. The little quirks and idiosyncrasies you’d let slide in others, somehow seem so much bigger in the person you’ve known since you—or they—were born. You know their faults … and they know yours too. And sometimes, they tell you the painful truth. You can pretend to all the world … but a sibling? Well, they’ll see right through your thickest mask. But despite the conflict that occasionally sparks when y’all rub crossways, you still manage to love one another. Even if you show it in strange ways at times. Somehow, I think good brother tales seem to capture this bond in a deep, heartfelt, “I’d die for you” kind of way, without coming across as cheesy or contrived. Even when the brothers are not brothers by blood. Sure, it’s a bit of a tall order. But I can think of dozens of tales and brother pairs that fit the bill. And I can’t wait to discover some more. What do you think? What are your favorite brother tales and sibling pairs? Do you have a favorite brothers’ moment?

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Books, Musings, Ramblings, Writing

I am an artist

April 8, 2014 by Gillian Bronte Adams 12 Comments

Wordcrafting has always been my chosen course of study. From a young age, I would stay up late into the night carving fantasy worlds from the bedrock of imagination and transforming them with each stroke of the keypad into words on a computer screen. There are few things more satisfying that untangling the knotted mass of plot threads in your head and slowly unraveling them on the page in just the right order . . . so when you look back, you can see the many colored strands drawing you to the glorious resolution on the final page. I love the written word. And yet, although nothing could ever make me wish myself free of the call of the pen, there are times when I’m heartily—woefully—jealous of a completely different talent. I wish I was an artist. There are so many incredibly talented people out there who can take the images in their heads and faithfully reproduce them in magnificent explosions of color and ink. Beautiful. Orderly. Breathtaking. My own attempts frequently resemble explosions of a far less pleasing sort.
I am in awe of the artist’s ability. It’s a talent all its own. Oh I can get by with a sketch pad and pencil … and a horde of erasers at my beck and call. Whenever the mood takes me, I’ll pluck out my old sketchpad and work to keep my hand and eye in “practice.” Mainly characters or scenes that I’m working on. This past week, in a fit of mad courage, I started experimenting with watercolors. And amidst the wild mass of colors and scattered brushes and splattered paint, I realized at last … That I am an artist. Oh I may not possess the skill with a paint and brush that some do … nor the ability to capture life on a pad with a few strokes of a pen. Nor can I compose melodies or lyrics that will set your heart on fire and your soul yearning for what is to come. I am an artist of a different sort. Words are my paint and my song. As a writer, I etch a little piece of my heart into every page. I strive to capture both beauty and truth, reality and hope in print. DSCN2215edited Books are so much more than rigid lines of black and white ink marching endlessly across the pages. They are things of wondrous color and beauty. The wildest dreams of a wild imagination … grounded in reality.
Whenever I think of the writing process, I cannot help recalling this scene from William Goldman’s The Princess Bride about artistry at work:

Domingo slept only when he dropped from exhaustion. He ate only when Inigo forced him to. He studied, fretted, complained. He never should have taken the job; it was impossible.
The next day he would be flying; he never should have taken the job; it was to simple to be worth his labors.
Joy to despair, joy to despair, day to day, hour to hour …
One night Inigo woke to find his father seated. Staring. Calm. Inigo followed the stare. The six fingered sword was done. Even in the hut’s darkness, it glistened.
“At last,” Domingo whispered. He could not take his eyes from the glory of the sword. “After a liftetime. Inigo. Inigo. I am an artist.”

I may not have reached the level of artistry Domingo reached when he created the six fingered sword. But if nothing else, I am an artist in the making, and I can be content with that. How about you? Do consider yourself an artist, whether you paint with words or a brush, or create music with lyrics or instrument?

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Artwork, Musings, Ramblings, Writing

A Novelist’s Classroom

February 6, 2014 by Gillian Bronte Adams 9 Comments

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, travel to England, sneak in the back door of the Eagle and Child, and grab a seat in the corner among the Inklings.
And maybe … just maybe … if I could gather up enough courage, I might venture to speak before the end of the evening.
But mostly, I would want to just listen. And learn.
To glean wisdom from the masters.
Until time travel becomes a reality, I’m afraid my dreams of sitting among the Inklings are doomed to disappointment. But I can still learn from the masters. That’s the glorious thing about a novelist’s classroom.
You don’t necessarily have to go anywhere or enroll in any specific classes. Nor do you need to follow a syllabus that was obviously written expressly to cause you misery and torment by a devious professor who simply must have graduated with honors from the Academy of Ultimate Villainy.
No, for a novelist, the classroom is all around us. The textbooks are at our finger tips. And the masters walk among us.
After reading certain books, I can’t help sitting there staring off into the distance with the book lying still open in may lap, stunned by the beauty and brilliance of what I just read. There are some amazing authors out there and some books that are truly works of art.
Sometimes, I have to pause in the middle of reading and jot down some new world-changing insight about crafting characters, or foreshadowing, or plot twists.
I love studying the craft of writing. I enjoy reading blog posts and how-to books. I love taking classes at conferences. And if I grit my teeth and force myself to bear the pain, I can also endure critiques of my work in the hopes that I will continue to improve.
But I believe the best way to learn about writing is to read.
Voraciously.
Classes will teach you the rules and mechanics. But only a well-written book can show you how the rules truly work, when they apply, and when it’s okay to break them.
And the truly beautiful thing about the novelist’s classroom is that you never have to graduate. You can keep learning, keep gleaning, keep growing.
Until you become one of the masters.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Musings, Ramblings, Tips, Writing

Of War-Horses and Their Masters

January 28, 2014 by Gillian Bronte Adams 16 Comments

Thundering hooves echo through the arena accompanied by the harsh throb of ragged breathing. Rippling muscles testify to the sheer power stored within. A spirit that submits, but is never subdued. Even through the layers of saddle and pads you feel it.


But you feel it most of all in your aching forearms. The constant pressure on the reins as your steed strives to throw off all encumbrances and embrace the heady power of the wind and freedom.

Personally, I’ve never been a fan of horse novels, never considered myself a horsey-girl, and might not even reply with a horse if asked my favorite animal.

Why? There are a couple of reasons, but mainly because I’ve grown up around horses. I started taking riding lessons at seven, and have owned my own horse since the year I turned twelve. Now I work at a place where I have a whole herd of horses under my charge, to look after and ride.

So folks automatically assume I’m a horsey-girl.

But I’m not.

Don’t get me wrong, I love riding. There’s nothing quite like the feel of the wind in your hair, and the strength of the steed beneath you, and the beauty of willing submission when the horse bends its will to yours.

But I don’t love each and every horse. And I don’t think that every horse is a sweet-tempered beast that just wants to be loved and adored and given its freedom. Trust me, there are some lemons in the mix.
Growing up, I refused to read horse novels or watch horse movies. (Other than the Black Stallion series and the Scorpio Races—my two exceptions.) Both novels and movies exaggerate the sentimental bond between horse and rider, giving horses unrealistic human characteristics and failing to present them as animals.

True horsemanship becomes about understanding and sympathizing with the horse, rather than having good old fashioned horse sense. A horse that misbehaves is just a horse that is misunderstood.

It’s due in part to these novels and movies that horses seem to have been relegated to something that only girls are allowed to enjoy. That bothers me. What happened to the age of the cowboys? To mounted warriors and the magnificent chargers ridden into battle by knights.

True, horses and riders can bond. And when it truly does happen, it’s beautiful to watch. I’ve experienced it. I’ve owned my horse, Ariat, for five years now. Seems like sometimes he can tell what I’m thinking before I have time to cue him. Horses, like dogs or cats, get to know their riders and their habits. Ariat recognizes the sound of my spurs and knows my whistle—and if I’m lucky, he’ll actually answer it and come when I call.

I’m a one-horse rider, and he’s a one-rider horse. We get along just fine.

All that to say, I never thought I’d write a horse novel.

But I am.

Of a sort.

It’s an epic medieval fantasy that takes place in a country of horse-masters. Horses tend to be a natural part of most fantasy—who could resist the knight in shining army, or the flash of the tournament lance, or the charge of the Rohirrim?—but even more so of the fantasy world I’m imagining. The novel may not be about horses, but they are a necessary piece in the story.

There is a delicate balance required to write unique steeds that are realistic and horse-like and to present the true bond between horse and rider, without painting horses with a human shaped brush.

When we do that, we fail to portray the true beauty and majesty and nobility of a war-horse and its master.

What do you think? Do you enjoy reading novels where horses have more human characteristics? Is there a book you can think of where this has been done really well?

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Epic of Aedonia, Fantasy, Horses, Writing

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