Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for the ‘writing’ Category

Not much to say today. I’m just having one of those days where everything feels like I’m Sisyphus perennially trying to push a boulder uphill, only to have it roll back down to the bottom again. (Gotta love the Greeks for imaginative punishments in Hades.)

Sisyphus

Sisyphus (Photo credit: AK Rockefeller)

I’m basically an optimistic person (which is very useful for an aspiring writer), but every once in a while . . . . Maybe I’ve just been doing revisions for too long and it’s time to start on something brand new. Maybe I just need to go outside and dig up some ivy. That should help.

Well, enough of that. Since I can’t come up with anything else, here’s the latest (but not the last) version of my query for THE BARD’S GIFT:

Sixteen-year-old Astrid keeps mostly to herself, amusing herself with the stories her grandmother used to tell. She’s too shy even to talk in front of the young man she secretly dreams of, Torolf. Then the Norse god of eloquence appears in Astrid’s dreams and forces her to drink from the Mead of Poetry. Suddenly, she’s compelled to tell her stories. In public. Even in front of Torolf.

This leads her to actually talk to Torolf–and find out that he likes her, too. They’ve barely enjoyed their first kiss when the seeress makes a prophecy that will split them apart. The seeress proclaims that Astrid’s gift for knowing the exactly right story to comfort, inspire, instruct, or warn is the key to a new future for their people. According to the seeress, Astrid must sail with the people to the part of the map labelled “Here be dragons”, while Torolf undertakes a hazardous voyage in the opposite direction, to Iceland, to supply the fledgling colony. 

What they don’t know is that ambitious Helga has a plan to control Astrid’s abilities and status to take power for her own family. First, they need to get Torolf out of the way, so they arrange for him to be stranded in Iceland.

It will take both of them to thwart Helga’s plot. Torolf strains his inventiveness to its limits to get back. And Astrid has to learn to trust herself and her stories to keep her people from repeating past mistakes and hold off Helga’s attempted coup which could doom their only chance.

 

Read Full Post »

Well, the truth is, they come from all over, all the time. Some examples:

THE BARD’S GIFT:

I belong to a couple of online writers’ forums. On one of them, Hatrack River Writers Workshop, members will occasionally post challenges. You don’t win anything when you win a challenge, other than bragging rights. The real point is the feedback, because one of the rules is always that all the entrants have to comment on each others’ work or be disqualified. Sometimes, these challenges center around a prompt. It’s fascinating to see how many different stories can be created from the same prompt. The problem for me is usually the relatively small word count allowed.

Well, one of these prompts was “Slave to the flame” and a story came to me about a little dragon that was the first to figure out how to breathe fire. I wrote it as a fable. It also ended badly, partly because of the prompt, but also partly because I didn’t have enough room to develop it further. When the challenge was over, I had no idea what to do with that story. Eventually, I wrote another story around it (also called “The Bard’s Gift”), about the girl who was telling this fable and why.

And then I started wondering other things about this girl. How did she come to be in that position? Why did she have this gift for telling stories? Where were they? This led to a lot of research and eventually an 80,000-word alternate history that includes dragons (but not the same ones in the original story), Norse gods, and thunderbirds. The short story “The Bard’s Gift” is now Chapter 35 of the novel, THE BARD’S GIFT.

MAGE STORM:

There’s a similar story to MAGE STORM. It also started as a response to a challenge on Hatrack, this time the prompt was the title of a Writer’s of the Future winning story “Cinders of the Great War”. That gave me an idea about the aftermath of a war in which all the mages had destroyed each other.  That short story, “Infected With Magic” (I had to change the title because Writers of the Future has to be anonymous) got an Honorable Mention in Writers of the Future.

I still have never found what I consider a satisfying ending to that story, though. It always felt like the beginning of something bigger. And so it was, a middle grade adventure fantasy MAGE STORM. I mean to get back to my latest revision to this story again soon and get it back out there.

UNTITLED:

But not all ideas come from writing prompts. Some come from news stories or photographs that send my imagination flying. One particular idea that isn’t quite ripe yet, came from me just wondering.

At the time, I’d recently read one too many stories in which the female protagonist did very little but wait around for some guy to take the lead and help her. I have an allergically strong reaction to those stories–as in pitch the book across the room strong. I’m okay with a female main character needing some help once, maybe twice. After that, she’d better either figure out how to keep herself out of trouble or how to deal with it herself.

So, as I was driving around running perfectly normal errands, I started wondering to myself: under what conditions would it be all right for a female protagonist to need some help? What if that character was dropped into a strange world (like Dorothy landing in Oz) and really has no way to know what’s dangerous and what’s not? What if, in this world, things that we tend to think of as sort of fuzzy, cute, and nice (unicorns, pixies, etc.) are really the most dangerous. And some things we think of as evil, the ones you’d want to avoid, are really the only ones that might help you? Okay, in that situation, Dorothy might need a little help to gether started.  Look for this story maybe this time next year.

Read Full Post »

In my last post, I blogged about asking on one of my writers’ groups for someone who knows about sailing to read excerpts from my current WIP, THE BARD’S GIFT, and give me feedback on the sailing stuff.

Even though I’d done a lot of research before starting this story, there are some things that are just hard to come by in book (or internet) research. My main concern when I asked for help was certain innovations one of my characters (whose main quality is his inventiveness) made. Were they believable? Or would they be embarrassingly stupid?

I got that, but I also got so much more. Some of the sensory details that I wouldn’t ever have thought of. There are a lot of things I can convincingly describe. The sounds of a wooden boat or ship in a storm aren’t among them. And those details will enrich the story so much.

Now, there are a lot of places I might have gone to ask those questions. But, probably only another writer would have realized the importance of the sounds and other sensory details that my character would be subjected to.

Glad I asked.

Read Full Post »

Oops. Got busy on my revisions yesterday and forgot to blog.

I’m in the middle of the (hopefully) next-to-last revisions on THE BARD’S GIFT, based on feedback from readers. This will take probably two passes and then it will be time for the final polishing edit. The last couple of days I’ve had two particular issues in my revisions.

One chapter involved sailing and a storm. Well, I’ve never been in a wooden boat during a storm. In fact, I haven’t often been on a boat because, well, because I get sea sick so it’s not much fun. So, I asked for someone on one of my writer’s forums to read those sections and let me know what I’d gotten wrong. The feedback was very helpful, but it takes a lot of work to incorporate some of those suggestions.

Deep breath and move on to the next chapter, which was boring. Boring. Well, the problem with this chapter was not that nothing happened. It was that a large part of the chapter as originally written was wrapped up in the characters getting from point A to point B. A couple of things that will be important later happened, but they were buried in the travelogue.

Note to self: This story doesn’t take place in Middle Earth and I’m not J. R. R. Tolkien.

Hopefully, I’ve fixed that by deleting a lot of stuff that didn’t move the story along and substituting a little character development. It’s possible that development will get deleted in the next pass, too.

Read Full Post »

TheWorldBuildingBlogfest

Day 5 of the World Building Blog Fest hosted by Sharon Bayliss is an excerpt that illustrates world building. This was difficult. Hopefully the world building is sprinkled through the narrative as it becomes relevant, not all in one place. However, maybe this early meeting between Braggi (the Norse god of eloquence) and a thunderbird, guardian of the new land Braggi wants for his people, will give a taste.

Braggi turned slowly in place, taking in the beauty of his surroundings. He breathed in the smells of pine, earth, and water. Plenty of trees from which to build longhouses and ships–and fires to warm his people through the winter. A complete contrast to the steep, winter-ravaged slopes of Greenland. The great river was in some ways not unlike a very long, narrow fjord, but no great ice floes would block navigation for months or longer. The islands in the river would naturally contain the herds of sheep and cattle until fences could be built as well as providing pasture. This place was a perfect new home for his people, if they could secure it. That might not be so easy, which was why the other gods had chosen him–and his gift with words–for the job.

A shadow passed over him and he looked up. A huge bird-like form circled above him. Its wings were banded with colors reminiscent of Bifrost, the bridge from Asgard to Earth, but its long, naked tail reminded him more of the dragon, Fafnir. So this was a thunderbird.

Braggi composed himself as the bird, several times his own size, dove toward him, pulled up, and landed a few feet away. The beak opened, showing a human face inside. The feathered hide folded like a cape to reveal a human form. Finally, the man removed the bird’s head as if it were a hood. The man stood before him, holding the bird’s head under one arm like a helmet. He was tall, lean, and dark–dark skinned, dark-haired, and dark-eyed. Very different from Braggi’s own tall, massive, and blond people.

Braggi nodded in greeting. “Wakiya?”

The man nodded. “I am. And you are Braggi?”

“Yes.”

“You asked for this meeting. What is it you want of us?” Wakiya asked.

Braggi drew a deep breath. “I seek a place of safety where our people may thrive and outlast the coming cold.”

Wakiya’s eyebrows rose. “The cold will come here, too. What’s wrong with their own place?”

Braggi made a negating gesture with his hand. “They’ll starve if they stay where they are.”

Wakiya narrowed his eyes and looked into the east. “Some of my people are in that place, too. If they can survive its challenges, why not yours?”

“Our people have different ways than yours. The animals they depend on will die and then so will they.”

Wakiya turned to glare at Braggi. “Why must they come here?  Can they not return to their places of origin?”

Braggi shook his head. “These few are the last that are ours. Everywhere else, their kin have turned to the New God. They remember us only as figures in folklore. Haakon is almost the last who remembers the old worship–our worship. His people must survive.”

Wakiya paced a few steps. “I sympathize with your plight, but I must concern myself with my own people. Yours have come here to settle before–and killed mine before they were driven out. How would this time be different?”

That was the trouble. Rich as this land was, his people had never had a chance to really establish themselves here before the more numerous skraelings had driven them off. His Greenlanders were great fighters. If they could just get a foothold, they’d soon be secure against any attack. But, of course, Braggi couldn’t say that. He needed to soothe Wakiya’s fears, not intensify them. “That was generations ago. They have come and gone in peace since then. They trade now with those of your people who live near them, mostly in peace.”

Wakiya’s mouth twisted into a sneer. “Mostly?”

Braggi held out his hands, palm outward, in a placating gesture. “Even brothers may have disagreements. It is not reasonable to expect men of any kind to always get along perfectly.”

“Yours less than most.” Wakiya drew in a deep breath then nodded. “I will let them come. But they must prove themselves and their good intentions to me or I will drive them back without mercy.”

Braggi smiled. “Leave that to me. The messenger I have chosen this time is no warrior.”

“You’d better be right. I will be watching them.”

Read Full Post »

TheWorldBuildingBlogfest

Day 4 of the World Building Blog Fest hosted by Sharon Bayliss is about Culture. Since the protagonist of THE BARD’S GIFT is Astrid, a sixteen-year-old girl with an unusual gift, I choose to blog about the position, treatment, and role of women.

Women did have different roles than men. Women’s work was generally done inside the longhouse (a norm that Astrid breaks routinely). Men did the heavier, dirtier work outside.

The Norse culture was extremely violent. However, there was at least one major exception: the treatment of women. Offering any kind of violence to a Norse woman was considered unmanly. Notice, I specified Norse women. The same consideration was not extended to captive women or women encountered on Viking raids. At home, though, a man or boy simply did not raise his hand to a woman. Even accidentally harming a woman was considered shameful.

Women oversaw the finances of the family and sometimes oversaw the farm as well. As widows, they could become wealthy landowners in their own right. Women could easily divorce their husbands and upon divorce, both the dowry and the bride price became her property.

Interestingly, about the only form of magic that was considered good (as opposed to evil) was prophecy–and prophecy was exclusively the province of women.

Read Full Post »

 TheWorldBuildingBlogfest

Day 3 of the World Building Blog Fest hosted by Sharon Bayliss is about Religion, so today I’m going with something a little more fun: mythologies.

The Norse had stories about dragons, like Fafnir. Dragons were cunning and dangerous symbols of greed and ultimate evil. In Norse stories, they were all things that some hero, like Sigurd, had to kill.

But, when the Norse in THE BARD’S GIFT move into the heart of North America, they come up against a new creature that doesn’t quite fit into any of the mythologies they know, though in some ways it resembles the dragons of their legends–the thunderbird.

KotP - Witchita, KS - #10

KotP – Witchita, KS – #10 (Photo credit: wes_unruh)

Thunderbird is a creature of Native American legend. Generally described as a huge rainbow-colored eagle. In the Pacific Northwest, Thunderbird is often depicted carrying off a whale in much the same way that a bald eagle might carry off a salmon.

Thunderbird is strongly associated with storms. Its wing beats gather the clouds and cause the thunder. Opening and closing its eyes or beak create lightning.

In some stories, Thunderbird is solitary. In others, there’s a community of thunderbirds. In the Pacific Northwest, Thunderbird could remove his feathers and bird head like a cloak and take human form.

Thunderbird is also a defender of mankind, but one that’s easy to annoy. Thunderbird must always be approached with utmost respect and caution. So, people who were used to thinking in terms of dragons, might just have a hard time dealing with thunderbirds, instead, don’t you think?

Read Full Post »

TheWorldBuildingBlogfest 

Day 2 of the World Building Blog Fest hosted by Sharon Bayliss is about history. Here’s the history behind what happens in THE BARD’S GIFT:

The High Middle Ages coincided with a climatic period called the Medieval Warm Period. The North Atlantic region was warmer then than it is now. For example, winters were mild enough to grow wine grapes in England.

This is the age of the Vikings, a period of expansion throughout Europe, but especially in the North. The Norse raided throughout Europe and into the Mediterranean. They created Norse settlements almost everywhere they went. At this time, they also discovered and settled Iceland.

Iceland technically owed allegiance to Norway, but they were far enough away to have considerable independence for the first couple of hundred years of the settlement. There was no hereditary nobility in Iceland. The Icelanders developed their own form of government, based on regional chieftains and an annual gathering called the Althing, where they would hash out any disputes or changes in the laws.

Soon after the discovery of Iceland, a ship got blown off course and discovered Greenland. Some time later, Erik the Red, a man with apparent anger-management issues, was sentenced to lesser outlawry–three years of exile–for killing another Icelander in a dispute. Erik spent his exile in Greenland. When the period of banishment was over, he returned to Iceland and gathered settlers to return to Greenland. Even during the relatively temperate Medieval Warm Period, the passage was risky. Twenty-five ships left Iceland for Greenland and only fourteen arrived.

Greenland at the time really would have been green, at least along the fjords, with plenty of grass for the Vikings’ livestock. There would even have been stands of birch trees in the most sheltered parts of the fjords, which the settlers used to build their longhouses. Archaeology tells us that the original settlers’ diet came 80% from the land and only 20% from the sea, despite plentiful schools of cod just off Greenland. Nevertheless, the Greenland settlement was never completely independent. The Greenlanders were always partly dependent on trade with Iceland and through Iceland with Europe.

The Greenland settlement was also never very large. There were about 600 farms in three enclaves–the largest East Settlement (500 farms), the West Settlement (95 farms), and a small scattering of farms in the Middle Settlement (20 farms), which is sometimes considered part of the West Settlement. (This story begins in the Middle Settlement.) At its height, there may have been between 4,000 and 10,000 Greenlanders.

In 985, shortly after Greenland was settled, another ship was blown off course and discovered that there was still more land farther to the west–North America. Fifteen years later, Erik’s son Leif the Lucky led an expedition to explore this new land. They named three separate areas.

Helluland, meaning “land of flat stones”, is almost certainly in northern Canada, possibly Baffin Island.

Markland, meaning forested land, is probably the area around the Saint Lawrence River. This would have been a very important discovery to the Greenlanders. Iceland’s forests had all been harvested and so had much of Greenland’s. Wood was needed for building ships and longhouses, as well as for cooking and heating.

The location of Vinland is unclear, although it is certainly farther south. Vinland may be named for wild grapes (or other native berries such as gooseberries that the Norse mistook for grapes) or it may refer to pastureland. Since the Norse lived largely off their flocks of sheep and herds of cattle, this would also have been an important discovery for the Greenlanders.

There was certainly a Viking habitation at L’Anse aux Meadows. It was probably a gateway camp used as a place to make repairs, and possibly over winter on voyages to Markland or Vinland, but not a permanent settlement.

The Greenlanders made several attempts to establish a colony in Vinland, but failed for several reasons. The main one appears to be that they just couldn’t keep from getting into fights with the local Native Americans, who were far more numerous. Ultimately, the Greenland settlement, which was itself a fairly recent colony, just wasn’t large enough or rich enough to sustain another colony at that distance in a hostile environment.

However, the Greenlanders did continue to make regular voyages to Markland to harvest timber until at least 1347, within 150 years of Columbus’s voyage to “discover” the New World. The Vikings’ usual method of navigation was to sail to a known location at the same latitude as their destination, then sail directly west or east. The passage from Greenland to Helluland and beyond, however, could also be made by following the Greenland current north along the Greenland coast to the Nares Strait, which separates Greenland and Ellesmere Island by only about 15 miles at its narrowest. From Ellesmere Island, nearly constant northerly winds and the south-flowing Labrador Current could carry them to Helluland and then on to L’Anse aux Meadows. This is the route detailed in Erik the Red’s Saga.

Graphical description of the different sailing...

Graphical description of the different sailing routes to Greenland, Vinland (Newfoundland), Helluland (Baffin Island) and Markland (Labrador) travelled by different characters in the Icelandic Sagas, mainly Saga of Eric the Red and Saga of the Greenlanders. Modern English versions of the Norse names. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In the 14th century, the climate began to shift toward the cold period known as the Little Ice Age. The weather became much colder. There were more frequent and fiercer storms. This was a one-two punch to the Greenland settlements. It was harder to survive by the Viking way of life in Greenland. By the end of the settlement, archaeology tells us that the settlers’ diets came 80% from the sea and only 20% from the land, the reverse of what it had been at the beginning of the colony. The storms and the increase in sea ice also made travel between Greenland and Iceland more hazardous. There were years in which no trade ship made it back to Greenland.

History tells us that the Greenlanders starved to death, probably in the 15th century. But there are at least three other things that they could have chosen to do.

The last written records of the Norse Greenlan...

The last written records of the Norse Greenlanders are from a 1408 marriage in the church of Hvalsey – today the best-preserved of the Norse ruins. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

They could have tried to sail back to Iceland. Political changes in Iceland would have made this undesirable for them, especially after the settlers’ families had been living in Greenland for 400 years or more. As in the story, that voyage had become hazardous.

They could have learned the techniques of the Inuit who were also living in Greenland at that time. The Inuit survived the Little Ice Age in Greenland, but the Vikings had contempt for them and seem to have been much too determined to stick to a way of life that wasn’t well suited to Greenland.

Or they could have tried again to colonize North America. There is some disputed evidence that Vikings might have made it into the heart of North America. To do this, they would essentially have had to sail to that part of the map that medieval mapmakers would have labeled “Here be Dragons”. That, of course, is how this story started.

Read Full Post »

 

 TheWorldBuildingBlogfest

 

Today is about Geography (including endemic wildlife) and Climate in the World Building Blog Fest hosted by Sharon Bayliss.

THE BARD’S GIFT is set in the late 14th century primarily in Greenland, Newfoundland (L’Anse aux Meadows) and up the Saint Lawrence River. I would love to be able to actually go to those places (and a few in between), but unfortunately I live on the opposite coast, so that’s just not practical right now. That means I had to do a lot of internet searches and find photographs that could inspire me.

My research did turn up some odd ball things. One of them was the Greenland shark. Yes, such a creature really does exist–and figure in my story. You can’t waste a find like that.

 The Greenland shark

The Greenland shark is the most northerly of its kind and one of the largest–about the same size as a great white shark or up to 21 feet long and weighing over a ton. Parts of polar bears and reindeer have been found in the stomachs of Greenland sharks.

The flesh of the Greenland shark is actually poisonous. To make it edible, it must be either boiled, with several changes of water, or pressed and dried. Traditionally, this pressing was done by placing the gutted shark in a hole dug in gravelly sand. This hole also had to be on a rise, so that the liquids pressed out of the shark would drain away.  Then sand, pebbles, and rocks were piled on top to press the shark meat. It was left this way for up to three months. Then it was dug up, cut into strips, and hung to dry for another four or five months. That’s a really long preparation time.

The cured shark meat, called kaestur hakarl, is still served as part of the midwinter meal in Iceland. It’s said to still have a strong ammonia smell, which causes many people to gag the first time they eat it. First timers are advised to hold their noses because the smell is supposed to be stronger than the taste.

I’m sorry. I don’t eat what can’t get past my nose. And no, I didn’t make my characters eat kaestur hakarl, either. The shark gets away.

Read Full Post »

TheWorldBuildingBlogfest

I’ve decided to participate in the World Building Blog Fest hosted by Sharon Bayliss. That means I’ll be posting every day this week with something about the world of THE BARD’S GIFT, my young adult alternate history, so keep checking back for new posts Monday through Friday.

By the way, there’s information about some of the other worlds I’ve built for my writing on the page labeled “Worlds”.

Read Full Post »

« Newer Posts - Older Posts »