Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Author James K. Burk: Exploring Character


In his latest fantasy, James K. Burk experiments with not just two or even three points of view, but with twelve, including a wide range of age and sex, and one outsider to whom everything he sees is new and foreign. That means he had to think about the issues of culture, attitudes, religion, even clothing and eating habits, in some detail when he started out. I'll let him explain.
                                              
     One of the greatest challenges of writing is the creation of an engaging and memorable character.  The character need not be likable, but the reader should be able to look at the world through that character’s eyes.  That is, in my experience, best achieved by using a limited third-person point of view.  Other techniques will work but I prefer that approach because it allows the writer to display to the reader the values and ethics of the character through their perceptions.
            My novel The Twelve was written at least partly as a writer’s challenge.  One has a tendency to slip comfortably into only one or two character types.  In The Twelve, I wanted to show twelve different points of view.  The first hurdle in that sort of game is to let the reader know, at all times, whose head they’re inside and whose eyes they’re looking out of.  This was addressed by breaking up the story into short chapters with the name of the viewpoint character as the title of the chapter.
            As a writer, the next trick was to actually perceive the world as the characters did.  Since the characters were of both sexes and from late teens or early twenties into quite elderly ages, this requires a writer to employ a literary version of method acting.  One’s outlook depends partly upon the state of one’s health, as well as age, sex , and the culture at large.  The writer must, therefore, take all these factors into account when sharing the characters’ perceptions.
            In fantasy and science fiction, the writer must also be intimately familiar with the culture or cultures within which the story has been set and must convey it to the reader. A culture is part and parcel of the character, whether he or she reflects the culture or rebels against it, and it has so many ramifications that it is the sea in which the character swims.
            Again, the writer must have a clear vision of the society.  Is the culture largely shaped by religion or is religion largely ignored?   For example, Iceland converted to Christianity around the year 1000 but it made a negligible difference in the daily life of the people.  Rather than being deeply pagan or deeply Christian, the Icelandic “religion” was a sort of aggressive fatalism.  What was fated to happen could happen and was inescapable.  One had a store of good luck and when it was used up, that person was doomed.  What was important was the fortitude with which one met the inevitable.  Most fatalistic cultures tend to be passive but, to the Icelanders, it was an incentive to adventure and standing up for what you thought was the right thing.  Or, in some cases, the thing wanted, right or not.
            Culture, sometimes reinforced by religion, is reflected in, among other things, how women, the young, the aged, minorities, strangers, and even servants or slaves were treated, and your character reveals himself or herself by how the character reacts to the people around them.
            What sort of art is appreciated and practiced?  These play a major role in the development of characters.  What sort of music do they produce?  Are they literate or do they have an oral tradition?  Almost every culture uses drawing or painting.  Do they have sculpture?  What sorts of dances do they perform and for what reasons?
            Climate and terrain play a very important part in the development of culture but not to the degree that it is predictable.  Most highlanders live hard lives of scarcity, even privation, and the result is often a people who are dour, parsimonious, and often reserved or even hostile to other peoples, but might be quite hospitable to lone travelers who bear news of the outside world.  Or outsiders might be considered contaminants.
            Names are sometimes essential to a character, both for a reader and for the character.  We often use names with no sense of there meaning but once upon a time (and still in some cultures) names had meaning.  For instance, the common name John once meant “God is gracious.”  Other common names also have very strong or poetic meanings, and that gives another clue about culture.  So the meaning of a name can help display the culture and it may, of course, have its effect on the character.
            Some cultures consider names to have power, and to protect themselves, may have a true name and a use-name.  The use-name will almost always have a meaning but it will never have the same meaning as the true name.
            For the character to resonate with the reader and seem real to them, the character must have flaws as well as virtues.  Given the culture, what we might now see as flaws might be seen by others as desirable traits.  Among the Icelanders, words like “formidable” and “ruthless” were not terms of approbation.  They were necessary qualities for a leader.
            So, we have our character and the culture in which he or she lives.  Often a writer will get a “twofer” by making the character a stranger in a different culture, which lets the writer introduce the reader and the character to the new culture simultaneously but, unless you’re going to pull A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, the writer must deal with the character’s perceptions being colored by the culture from which they came.
            Two more quick words of advice; the character, to be believable must sweat and must stain his shirt when he does so; and even minor characters, down almost to the spear-carriers, must be considered characters, not stereotypes.
            There are two ways to accomplish all this.  The writer must either start with a clear vision of the character and the world he or she inhabits, or must edit like a pro.
            Happy character-building.

About James K. Burk

James was born long, long ago in a place far, far away. He had as normal a childhood as one could expect of someone who grew up to be a critic and writer. He was taught (or was that conditioned?) by a succession of nuns and Jesuits. His favorite job was being a Sunday gunman. This was a summer weekend job at an amusement park helping stage old west gunfights. He was usually cast as either the villain or the village idiot. This is called type-casting. He writes everything from fantasy to science fiction to weird westerns.

Besides his shorter work, Burk has two novels currently in print, Home is the Hunter  is half of Double Dog #3, and his fantasy novel, The Twelve  has received some very satisfying reviews. Check out Amazon's James K. Burk author page for more details





Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Zanna Mackenzie: Writing a Magickal Novel

Have you met British author Zanna Mackenzie yet? Oh, you must let me introduce you! She's all about light-hearted romance, comedy, and a twist of magic! She's also a trained therapist, with qualifications in clinical aromatherapy, crystal healing, naturopathic nutrition and herbalism.
                                                         

My novel How Do You Spell Love? (or HDYSL, for short) was recently published by UK publisher Crooked Cat and is a romcom [that’s a romantic comedy, for the uninitiated--*mps] with a magical theme. Now, I love writing, no matter what it is about, but I particularly enjoyed putting this book together because it was so much fun to research and create. 

In my book Kat is trying to get over the end of her relationship with Nathan, even though part of her still believes they were meant to be together. Summer is trying to find ways to keep her relationship with Rob on track. Then Kat meets Alex, and Summer meets Tom, and for a whole tangle of reasons Kat shouldn’t be with Alex, and Summer shouldn’t be with Tom, but the attraction and chemistry is instant and causes everyone involved to start questioning their lives and their behaviour.

I love books with a magical theme to them so I decided I wanted to make the character of Summer into a white witch – a person using her abilities to try to help others. She is someone who (mostly!) abides by three strict rules passed down by her gran, whom she inherited her ‘gift’ from. Rule number 1 – only cast spells for good and never wish anyone harm. Rule number 2 – never accept money for casting spells and trying to help people. Rule number 3 – never cast spells for yourself. Unfortunately in HDYSL Summer ends up bending rule number 3 slightly but I think she can be forgiven in the circumstances!

I loved researching the uses of herbs, essential oils and crystals for the spells Summer uses in the book. Of course, all the spells are fictitious and I’ve used artistic licence with them but the meanings mentioned for the herbs and crystals are true to what you will find in reality in old herb craft and magic-with-nature books.

For example, in the ‘old days’ the garden herb rosemary was widely used at weddings, with pieces being tucked into the bride’s bouquet and used by the groom as a boutonniere (button hole). Springs of the herb were also given out to guests attending the ceremony as a kind of wedding favour, tied with gold ribbon. It was believed that the herb would ‘grant sweet memories’ of the happy day.

During the course of my research for HDYSL, I found out the significance of colours when it comes to spell casting. Often coloured rather than white candles are used, with the colour chosen relating to what the spell is for. I was surprised that black is actually a colour to ‘remove negativity’ – you tend to think of black as doing the opposite, I think! Blue is for healing energies, orange for warmth and energising energy, red for love and lust, and gold for wealth.

As well as using herbs, candles and aromatherapy oils Summer also has a collection of crystals she incorporates into spells as well. I used to think that a crystal was just a lump of rock but soon found out that is far from the case. When you learn how different crystals are formed and what from, and how they are structured, it is totally fascinating stuff and you can truly start to appreciate the amazing properties these stones are credited with.

At times during How Do You Spell Love? Summer seriously doubts if she should continue spell casting, doubting her abilities and feeling discouraged as boyfriend Rob heartily disapproves of her ‘meddling’ in other people’s business, but at the same time she feels compelled to continue the traditions of the craft which has been in her family for generations. The way things are going in her life she begins to think that magic is failing her but maybe, just maybe, magic knows the way of things better than she does! 
                           

An excerpt from

How Do You Spell Love?

Kat pushed the last of the cottage cheese and shrimp sandwiches into the cool box and slammed the van door shut. As if her life wasn’t enough of a disaster zone as it was – no money, lousy job, losing Nathan, having to move back home to live with her parents – now this had to go and happen. Plus, of course, it didn’t help that today she was feeling shattered after spending half the night chanting some ridiculous protection spell in the middle of the allotments with Summer. 

Cringing as a van full of builders stopped at the nearby traffic lights, Kat braced herself for the inevitable. After the standard-issue wolf whistles had drifted across from their van, next came the leered, “Wouldn’t argue with that, love!” as one of them nodded towards her sparkling clean van, parked neatly at the curb. The words “A Bit of Crumpet on the Road” emblazoned down the side in deep purple, glittery lettering. Not for the first time Kat cursed her boss Janice for calling her bakery-cum-deli that name.

Kat sighed, well it certainly drew comments from the public and from their customers, not always welcome ones, but as Janice was always keen to point out, any kind of publicity and attention was, in her eyes, good publicity and attention.

Pulling her navy and white striped apron more tightly around her T-shirt and shorts, Kat ignored the builders and climbed into her van to begin that morning’s deliveries. As she indicated to pull out into the busy street in Luisborough, she mulled over the bad news – that she was to add the controversial Netherton Meadows housing development to her daily sandwich round.

Netherton Meadows. Yippee. If Summer found out, she’d surely be ostracised for fraternising with the environmental enemy. This was a development that pretty much everyone in Luisborough had fought against for getting on towards a year. It had been the focus of STW campaigns. It went against everything that Kat believed in environmental-wise. Everyone hated the Netherton Meadows developers. Except, it seemed, Janice, who was perfectly happy to, in her words, ‘supply yummy builders with yummy sandwiches.’

Lost in thought, Kat just managed to spot the approaching traffic lights had turned to red and hastily slammed a foot on the brake. The van lurched to a halt and several boxes of crisps and one of the cool boxes in the back tipped over. Damn. It was shaping up to be one of those days.

Two hours later Kat had visited all her usual drops, was extremely hot and bothered, and could put off going to Netherton Meadows no longer.

Driving through the assorted vans, machinery and portacabins Kat parked next to a building marked as being the Site Office and hit the button on the dashboard. Tinkling chimes filled the air as Kat climbed from the driver’s seat and made to open the back doors of the vehicle. It was embarrassing enough that the van had the company name in large lettering along its side but, just to make sure that it received maximum exposure – and achieved maximum embarrassment – Janice had had some irritating chimes fitted to the vehicle too. Kat was under strict instructions to sound the chimes when she called at all of the sites where people came out to the van; such as they were about to at Netherton Meadows.

A man came down the steps of the office with a grin on his face and walked towards her. “Hi, you must be Kat.” He wedged a clipboard under his left arm and offered a hand to shake. “I’m Alex. Project manager for the site.”

“Hi,” mumbled Kat, spotting a group of hard-hat-clad builders advancing towards her with hungry expressions on their faces.

“Right, lads,” Alex turned towards the men. “This is Kat and she’s very kindly agreed to venture onto this site to bring you all your lunch. Don’t give her any hassle, OK?”

The men laughed and then nodded. “Sure, Alex. You’re the boss.”

Fifteen minutes later it seemed that all of the team at the development had made their sandwich, crisp and drink selections and sloped off to devour them in the sunshine. Only one of the builders, a portly man who must have been twenty years Kat’s senior, had pushed the boundaries a little, despite Alex’s earlier warning. As he’d selected a smoked salmon and cream cheese roll – a choice that had surprised Kat somewhat, having pegged him as a ham and cheese kind of guy – he’d asked Kat if she’d fancy joining him for a drink sometime. She’d politely declined his offer, saying that she had a boyfriend. No need to tell him that, technically, she and Nathan were no longer an item. No need to tell him why either. 
                                                                  

About Zanna Mackenzie

Zanna lives in the UK with her husband, 4 dogs, a vegetable patch that’s home to far too many weeds and an ever expanding library of books waiting to be read.

Being a freelance writer and editor of business publications is her ‘day job’ but, at every opportunity, she can be found scribbling down notes on scenes for whatever novel she’s working on. She loves it when the characters in her novels take on minds of their own and start deviating from the original plot!

Formerly a travel agent and therapist (she has qualifications in clinical aromatherapy, crystal healing, naturopathic nutrition and herbalism) she loves walking the dogs and gardening – that’s when she’s not writing or reading!

Zanna has written two novels, The Love Programme (Astraea Press) and How Do You Spell Love? (Crooked Cat Publishing) and both were published in early 2013.
Find out more about Zanna at:
Twitter: @ZannaMacKenzie
Facebook: www.facebook.com/zanna. mackenzie


Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Gill James: Writing for Young Adults



Crooked Cat colleague Gill James writes novels for children and young adults. She also writes shorts stories and flash fiction for adults.  She is a prolific blogger and has been known to write an academic paper now and then. She is the Network News editor for SCBWI’s Words and Pictures. http://www.wordsandpics.org/ She does have a life beyond writing--she sings the tenor part in a choir.         
                                      


My new novel, The Tower (Crooked Cat), is the third part of the Peace Child trilogy. The first part, The Prophecy, was written as part of my PhD in Creative and Critical Writing at the University of Wales, Bangor. A PhD must always bring something new and writing for young adults was new for me – I’d written mainly for younger children up until then. The subtitle was “a global definition of the young adult novel”. I read in several languages so I looked at works written in Dutch, French, German, Spanish, Portuguese and English, and also from several different continents and countries.

My main finding was that young adult novels generally tell a story of growth, so are a type of Bildungsroman. My hero, Kaleem, couldn’t be quite the political figure I’d at first thought. He’s just a normal young man struggling to make sense of the world – albeit one where he is has a demanding role: he has to maintain the peace between two planets. Throughout he is haunted by the Babel prophecy.
In this final volume, the reader is offered an explanation about the Babel prophecy and Kaleem grows in confidence. It’s left open to possibilities at the end not because I want to write more volumes but because young adults readers do like to make their own minds up.  

In The Prophecy Kaleem learns about his true identity. Babel finds him fighting “switch-off” – compulsory euthanasia for an aging population that refuses to die. My blog, Rozia’s G-log links Babel and The Tower, though you don’t have to read it in order to understand the last volume. A supplementary problem for Kaleem in The Tower is a financial system that is about to collapse. Only the Zenoton can make it all work again. They have a very different attitude to money. Ah! Maybe I should send a copy of The Tower to every major bank?

Through all three volumes there is a love interest – three in fact, but one that dominates. Only too right.  That’s another frequent characteristic of the young adult novel.  

The Peace Child trilogy is science fantasy and as always in this genre it’s important to make sure your world is logical. I spent months thinking this all out before I started writing. I’d sit in cafés making copious notes and using the environment around me to ask myself questions about what I needed to know of Kaleem’s world. I’m not sure I got it completely right, however. It’s set in 3500 AD on Earth, now called Terrestra. The personal communication device they all use is only a little more sophisticated than the iPhone. I completed the first volume in 2007.

At one point I stopped liking Kaleem. He was becoming a bit of a whinger. “Ah, poor me.  I’m not like other kids. And I have all this responsibility.” He was seriously getting on my nerves. We had Judy Waite as a visiting writer at the university where I lecture in creative writing. She had us writing with our “wrong” hand -  left for me as I’m right-handed - and then lighting a candle for our characters. I know, it sounds a bit spooky, but it did work. I now love and respect Kaleem for the sensitive, intelligent, brave and warm-hearted young man he really is. I’ve lived with all of the characters from Peace Child for quite a while now and I’m really missing them.      
                                      
It’s possible to read volume three without first reading the other two. Babel and The Tower each include a summary that explains what has gone before. You can find excerpts of The Prophecy on my Sample Sunday blog, and Babel will shortly be free on Amazon.  I do hope you enjoy it! 


Excerpt


Well, that was fascinating!

Louish was as dramatic as ever.

First off, she greets me in a bright royal blue tunic covered in glittery sequins. It was an incredible outfit. It had  great pleats in the body of it and the sleeves as well. Mind you, it really suited her. And her make-up! I mean, I’m wearing make-up all the time now, but I try to do it so that it doesn’t show. But Louish! Long curly eyelashes. Thick eye-liner. Bright blue eye shadow that matched her tunic. A huge beauty spot. And lipstick so red it almost looked as if her lips were bleeding.
Then there was all her prodding and poking – trying to get things out of me. So much so that I ended up telling as much about Julien as I dared. 
“Well, my dear,” she said. “You’re looking well. Any sign of any new romance?” 
At that point, I felt my cheeks burning.   
“Ah, I see there is,” she said. “Well, do not fear anything from me, sweetie.  If that nutcase of a grandson of mine can’t appreciate what is right in front of him, what’s offered to him on a plate, well then he’s even more of a fool that I thought.” 
She stroked my hair and then gave me a huge hug. I don’t know why exactly, but that set me off. I couldn’t hold back the tears. Was I still sad about Kaleem? Was I pleased she accepted the idea of Julien? 
Maybe she defined it herself in the end.
 She sighed. “I’m sure he’s a fine young man, whoever he is,” she said. “But he’ll take you away from our family I expect."
 The lunch was superb, of course. Louish is always so cheerful and she tells such funny stories. But as we had coffee afterwards she became deadly serious. 
 “I want to arrange a meeting,” she said. “A secret meeting. Between you and Razjosh.”
 I couldn’t begin to imagine what Razjosh might want with me.
 “Oh?” I said.
 “Yes, he wants to discuss the whole switch-off thing with you. Making sure it becomes permanent.”  
 “Ah,” I replied. I couldn’t think that that was going to be easy. He had just had such a narrow escape from switch-off himself.  “What does Elder Frazier think?”
 “He’s all for it, my dear. In fact, he’ll be at the meeting too,” she replied. “You will agree to it, won’t you?”
 How could I not? Louish is such a well-meaning person. I nodded. 
 “Great!” she said, and beamed.
 The rest of the afternoon was lovely. We went for a walk together. She told me all about what she and the other elders’ attachments get up to. Despite this rather heavy task she’s landed me with, it always does me good being with her. I really can’t believe she’s a grandmother and that her  grandson is grown up.     
 “End and delete,” said Kaleem. That was definitely the last time he would read Rozia’s glog. Now that his grandmother knew about the new man in her life perhaps she would stop nagging him about getting back together with Rozia.
 Rozia. She was obviously happy with Julien. That had been the plan. Leave her. Allow her to find someone else. There was no place for romance in the life of a Peace Child. He’d even told her that he approved, even made it sound as if he didn’t care.
 Yet still she was producing her glog in Wordtext. She was doing that for him, he knew. He doubted whether Julien could read Wordtext. And every time now that he read her glog, he just hoped that she still wanted to be with him. But she was with Julien now. Just as he had planned. No point hoping it was otherwise. What was the point, then, of her writing this glog in Wordtext? Was she trying to torment him?  There was certainly no point in him reading it anymore. 
 He sighed. What was there to look forward to now, though?    


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The Tower appears in both paperback and e-book this week on both Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk

Contact

You can find Gill at one of her many blogs

http://gillssamplesundays.blogspot.co.uk/ Samples of The Prophecy -amongst others.
http://gillsrecommendedreads.blogspot.co.uk/ books I recommend. I only post here those very rare books that take me out of my editing head. I will post other reviews elsewhere and I regularly review for Armadillo Magazine and Troubador.    

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and Twitter:
@gilljames 




Monday, April 29, 2013

Writing Historically


Writing fiction in general is about making stuff up, but still. There are realities that someone will always catch you on.  Even in fantasy you can't make everything up--just the fantasy parts. Historical fantasy is even more likely to be dismissed because a) you can make up the history as well as b) making up the fantasy parts.

Well gosh, should be no big deal, then, right? Let me show you something. Earlier this month I started keeping a list of things I had to look up to be sure of getting the details right for  the work in progress, Mermaid Stair. Basically, spot research for which Wikipedia is often sufficient--but not always. Here's what I got in the first week alone:


  • Folk songs with boats/ships in them
  • Coracles (continued from the week before)
  • Wind in the Willows, especially any dialog between Mole and Rat
  • Dartmoor rivers
  • The River Dart in particular
  • The Latin name for toads (bufo)
  • A musical term (threnody wasn’t right, but it was stuck in my head, so I looked it up to find out what I really did mean)
  • Beekeeping and sources of honey in Devon
  • The mechanics of going over a waterfall, with and without a barrel
  • English folk songs that begin with “As I was a-walking...”
  • White water rafting terminology


In the last few days I have been re-reading parts of Peter Ackroyd's London: The Biography to decide where to put the new villain's lodgings. Where I had it situated in that first NaNo draft was more or less impossible. 

I know this because I looked up the actual point of the confluence of the Thames and the Fleet on the Braun Hogenberg map of the 1570s, (right around #7). Then I checked the Agas map from the 1590s, the exact time of the story. Same result. What I need to be there is not only not there, it's somebody's garden. Not the kind of neighborhood I need. There are several choices: Drury Lane when it was still marshy and damp, Holborn Bridge with its suburban splendors and the upper end of Fleet Ditch, or Fleet Bridge itself. Or possibly someplace in the East End, but it has to be on the Fleet, the Walbrook, or Thames itself, or I have to radically alter two rather nicely written pages of character development. I'll sort it out.

Oh, and yesterday I gave entirely too much time to Old London Bridge, by Patricia Pierce--a history of London Bridge--for the sake of a few tiny details in one chapter. But I got 'em!