Showing posts with label Epic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Epic. Show all posts

Friday, May 10, 2013

Interview with debut author, Graeme Brown!


   Today we have a guest on the blog! Graeme Brown is joining us to talk about writing, inspiration and his new release, The Pact. Thanks so much for joining us, Graeme, and happy book birthday!

      Tell me about yourself and the books you write.

I would call myself an adventurous soul. Very artistic, but also a designer at heart. This has led me to study math and computer programming, and has led to several years making a living as a free-lance web designer. All of these things, though, feel auxiliary and add to my desire to express; writing is my heart.

I have been a story-teller since I was old enough to talk. I have a very active imagination. All it took for me was the discovery of Tolkien, then some of the other masters after him, to realize what I wanted to do with that imagination.

I write because I have a world full of stories, and I want to share it with people. But I quickly learned that this “writing” isn’t just about sitting down and putting pen to page (or phosphors to screen). It’s an active process of development, refinement, and it takes commitment. So, I guess you could say I write because I know if I want to get those stories out, I need to get myself in shape. For example, The Pact was my first story, something small where I could learn how to hold a tale together; my current work, a novel, is a little more complex, but I have intentionally grounded it in one POV so that I can learn how to succeed with a story about one character before moving onto the next novel, which will have many.

·         Describe your hero in three words.

Naïve, frightened, betrayed
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·         Do you have any Works in Progress?

A Thousand Roads, the above-mentioned novel, has been in progress since November. I began it as a longer novella for NaNoWriMo, but quickly discovered it was a different sort of beast. I am moving into the last quarter and expect, after it has gone through beta readers and some polishing, to have it submitted by the fall.

·         What inspired The Pact and Will?

I attended a workshop on outlining which really struck home. I had never understood outlining before this. Usually, I just started at the beginning, and this was always the beginning of a very long story that I was hopelessly lost in by page 100. One of the topics stressed at this workshop was the prudence of starting with a short story and getting some credit before moving to something ambitious.

The following morning, while walking to work, I tried to think of the one-sentence premise we learned is the main container for a good outline. Several came to me, but one really stuck. I met two boys, both brothers, who lived next to the mountains, a place full of goblins and trolls and wicked creatures who were going to come and destroy their home. As I followed the steps for expanding the outline, I stayed grounded in one of them, the frightened, cowardly one, and soon the rest of the tale started taking shape around him.

·         What is the most challenging part of storytelling for you?

Doubting myself. I am by far my worst critic, and I’m very sensitive to criticism. If it wasn’t for the encouragement of a good friend, who is a fan of George R. R. Martin, I would have put ThePact away. Taking the risk and submitting – having to believe in myself – was a big step and it helps me even now while I am writing The Pact’s sequel as I deal with a story that’s ten times more complex. But I’ve learned that, when it comes to writing, I’m not bad at it, and, more importantly, because I love it so much and I do it every day, I’m always getting better. I’ve learned to have good beta readers, and my partner, Craig, is a great support by giving me fresh feedback on each chapter as I finish.

·         When did you know you were a storyteller?

Very recently. It was the follow-up to becoming an author and getting into a daily writing routine that I realized, amidst full-time studies and ambition to be a mathematician, that writing is the thing I would choose, if I could only choose one. Basically, I’m in the position now that, given every opportunity I can, financially speaking, I would like to invest more in the writing life. I am extremely disciplined, and like to have structure in how I work, and, being a lover of organization, there would be nothing neater than starting the “Office for the epic.” That would be cool, and a life dream realized.

·         Who is your favorite author? Who inspired you?

That changes with time. Usually, I encounter a new author every couple of years and am profoundly altered. The first was Tolkien, who created a yearning that led to the fantasy world I’ve been developing for the last seventeen years. Next it was Robert Jordan, who showed me how to deepen the narrative landscape of an epic. Lastly, and most recently, George R. R. Martin came along and, though studying his prose, I discovered a tone very similar to mine; in the process of reading him, I had that epiphany every writer hopes to have, where I finally figured out how to connect to my voice, so that, when I sit down and write, it’s not just words coming out on the page – it’s a drama unfolding that’s as real as anything else.

·        Quick Questions:

Coffee or Tea? Coffee, and LOTS of it!

Plotter or Pantser? A bit of both. I like to plot the best way to pull the pants down

Traveler or Writing Cave Dweller? Traveler (seeking out a good cave-tour for places to write in)

Ebook or Paper? Paper

Favorite color? Green

Favorite movie? The King’s Speech

Cats or Dogs? Cats

Night or Day? Hmm...depends on my mood

·         What is your daily writing routine? What do you do when writer’s block strikes?

I write every day. The exception is sometimes on weekends, when it my self-imposed rule to take a break (I am a recovering work-a-holic). Usually, I write in the earlier part of the day, or else I find, with my many blog and school commitments, writing gets shoved aside.

When writer’s block strikes, I strike back. I find that having a good outlining strategy presents many ways to overcome writing block. When I can’t think of what to write next, I will look at my notes, ask questions about what I’ve just written. Sometimes this means the cursor goes back several pages. Other times I might pop ahead to the frames for scenes to come. Something always jogs me and several dozen new words come out. Usually it’s more than that, but on rough days, this process means that, if I don’t turn out a lot of new words, at least I have spent time developing the draft.

·         Is there anything else you’d like to say to the readers?

I’m grateful for your love of reading. One of the biggest struggles I face when I think about the time spent as a writer is the feeling that it’s irrelevant. I have to quiet that little voice that tells me I should get a real job and contribute something useful. Why should someone get paid to write stories? It’s impractical.

Readers are the evidence against this. You never know what impact a book is going to have on someone, how it might shape their world. It could be the comfort needed during a hard time, it could be the insight that helps someone get out of a slump. It might be just plain fun, in which case, poo-poo to those who think there are better things to do in life than enjoy it.

Thank you, readers, for being the cheer that’s helped me to be who I really am, that’s given me the courage to give this passion me all. All the hard work I do, I do for you.

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Thanks, Virg, for this opportunity to share. It’s been great working with you, and I look forward to our next project together.

Thank you for stopping by the blog!!

Monday, March 18, 2013

My first time

The Rockies
As with a lot of conferences, at EpiCon (the Electronic Publishing Industry Coalition) in Vancouver, Washington, I got to meet a lot of fantastic people for the first time.

I got to hang out with the hilarious Queen of Hotness, Sabrina York. We chatted, we ate, we found a mutual love of snark.

I met and enjoyed Marci Baun, of Wild Child Publishing, and sat with her out in the lobby more than once.

Oh, and I got to hang out with Kate Richards and Desiree Holt who've been at every con I attended so far...I'm starting to think I'm stalking them across the country.

Celia Breslin, debuting with Haven soon, brought me VooDoo Donuts (holy bacon donut loving heaven in a box) and introduced me to her lovely family.

I could go on. I met my boss, (waves at Ellen), and Cassiel Knight...

Which leads to the firsts.

Mount Hood
This was the first conference where I really found my feet. While I was still a bit of a petrified freak at the Naughty Sleepover, I was outgoing at this one. EpiCon has this great vibe--the chance to really talk to people and get to know them which I adored. The chance to just plop down with your laptop and revel in the changing circle of people who pop over to chat with you.

I mean...I really don't have words for how great of a time I had.

But aside from finding my zen place and talking every ones ears off, I got to try those donuts. I found my cause (I've figured it would have something to do with children and I still look forward to finding a way to be an advocate for autism) in the New Voices program with EPIC. New Voices is all about the kids...the ones who want to write.

As I was once the kid who lay in bed in the mountains of Pennsylvania, listening to my cousin, Kenneth Tate, type into the night and wondering what stories he was clunking out on that typewriter...and what stories I would tell if I were him...

I get all kinds of teary when I think of the kids who want to write, the ones I can encourage so easily. My own children are storytellers, as are some of my author friends kiddos (I'm thinking of Sara and Heather but I'm sure there are more) so I know how easy it is to teach a love of books.

And how very easy it is to squash. I love this program. You'll hear more in the future about it so I'll hush for now.

Other first times? After the strokes, I firmed up a bucket list for myself. Two things were really important--I want to see the ocean and desert before I die.

I also want to see Ireland but the ocean and desert come first.

Muppet Moss
Anyway, I shared my dream with Cassiel Knight and she made it happen. After the conference was over, we loaded up in her car and took a drive on the Sunset Highway to the ocean. She humored me, pulling over so I could snap pics of moss (I called it muppet moss because it made the trees look like something out of Jim Henson's imagination) and then letting me taste the water and fill my pockets with shells for my daughter. We ate a lovely lunch at the Shilo Inn, viewing the water, and I snapped shots of The End of the Trail-where Louis and Clark finally found the water.
The End of the Trail
Just like me.

I found that moment really moving. Here I was, after all these years of getting close to the ocean and not making it and finally I made it...

And I was standing in the spot that Louis and Clark stood, feeling perhaps the same, after their long journey in search of the ocean.

Cool shit.

Just, cool.

I can't thank her enough for that. Really. It meant more than my con-coma brain could say.

So, traveling home, my heart ached for my babies and I couldn't wait to feel their arms and hear their voices. I had a late night flight and fell asleep almost immediatly after takeoff.

I was wakened shortly thereafter by INSANE turbulence. Like someone grabbed the plane and tried to shake it from the sky turbulence.

I cupped my hands on the window to peer out, hoping to see what was up.

We were high up, so high the clouds didn't obscure the sky and you could see the universe stretching out like a blanket of light in the darkness. The line of the Milky Way was so clearly visible, I gasped. And then the light show really started.

The earth below was wrapped in cotton, cities completely obscured but the cotton was visible because of the bright blue flashes, like someone holding a led flashlight under a sheet. Storms! Electricity arching through the night, lighting up every bit of the world that I could see. Every so often, the clouds parted enough that you could see the veins of liquid power stretch their wiry fingers down to touch the land and then shoot off in bubbles of brilliance through the cotton field.  All of this under that heartstoppingly lovely view of the galaxy.

Like a child on Christmas morning, I sat, rapt, wide awake past my exhaustion and watched the storms until we'd past them, completely enthralled and enchanted by the storm and sky and the frailty of the tin can I floated in so high above it all.

And now I'm home and the warm arms of my children wrap around me and I've found such peace. Between the conference, the bucketlist checkmark, and the fantastic show the elements put on for me (ruining my sleep but worth it...so worth it) this was one of my most fantastic journeys.

And to think...There are even more things out there for me to consider firsts.

Life is so exciting. You never know what adventure waits just over the horizon.