Inspiration
Inspiration comes in many forms. I thought I'd discuss one of mine in this entry today.
For "Path of Peril", I was inspired through playing "Dungeons and Dragons" with friends. (Geeky but true!) A group of us would gather together for a weekend from several different cities hours apart, and play for about 20-24 hours. We enjoyed our characters so much I decided to write stories about them. However, in the end, only Morgan and Kilian survived to be in the book -- and the character of Baron Fralen was greatly expanded from one we encountered in our game. The story took on a life of it's own, and as I knew that other characters needed to be added, some of "our" characters were dropped.
While I wait for my agent Matt to show "Path of Peril" to publishers, I decided to work on another book entirely. I was considering several different ideas until I had a really vivid, nasty nightmare one night. I am prone to nightmares -- I'm not sure why -- but I go in stretches where I'll have them frequently. This one particular night I woke up and the dream was still vivid in my mind. An island continent that had only been discovered recently, but contained very scarce minerals that had magnificent properties for civilization's use. Mining them would make a person fabulously wealthy. But there was a dark secret behind them -- why they existed and why they were on that hidden continent -- and mining them would also threaten the very survival of everyone on that world.
In my dream, I was a soldier who was supposed to be protecting a mine from the natives, and as all hell started to break loose, I learned why we shouldn't mess with the minerals. But greed was driving the owners, and they wouldn't be stopped no matter how I tried to reason with them. And then things got REALLY ugly . . .
I woke up sweating, my heart beating wildly. In the dark of my bedroom it took a few minutes for me to realize where I was. I thought through what I remembered, and knew if I could convey the feelings I had from the dream into the book, it'd be a great novel.
I started working on that story -- and it has really been the focus of my free time since then and part of the reason that I am so behind on this blog. There is only so much time for writing every day -- and I'm caught up in finding out what will happen to the characters in this story and their world. Afterall, their survival is seriously in question! They deserve a resolution!
Back to the nightmare . . .
For "Path of Peril", I was inspired through playing "Dungeons and Dragons" with friends. (Geeky but true!) A group of us would gather together for a weekend from several different cities hours apart, and play for about 20-24 hours. We enjoyed our characters so much I decided to write stories about them. However, in the end, only Morgan and Kilian survived to be in the book -- and the character of Baron Fralen was greatly expanded from one we encountered in our game. The story took on a life of it's own, and as I knew that other characters needed to be added, some of "our" characters were dropped.
While I wait for my agent Matt to show "Path of Peril" to publishers, I decided to work on another book entirely. I was considering several different ideas until I had a really vivid, nasty nightmare one night. I am prone to nightmares -- I'm not sure why -- but I go in stretches where I'll have them frequently. This one particular night I woke up and the dream was still vivid in my mind. An island continent that had only been discovered recently, but contained very scarce minerals that had magnificent properties for civilization's use. Mining them would make a person fabulously wealthy. But there was a dark secret behind them -- why they existed and why they were on that hidden continent -- and mining them would also threaten the very survival of everyone on that world.
In my dream, I was a soldier who was supposed to be protecting a mine from the natives, and as all hell started to break loose, I learned why we shouldn't mess with the minerals. But greed was driving the owners, and they wouldn't be stopped no matter how I tried to reason with them. And then things got REALLY ugly . . .
I woke up sweating, my heart beating wildly. In the dark of my bedroom it took a few minutes for me to realize where I was. I thought through what I remembered, and knew if I could convey the feelings I had from the dream into the book, it'd be a great novel.
I started working on that story -- and it has really been the focus of my free time since then and part of the reason that I am so behind on this blog. There is only so much time for writing every day -- and I'm caught up in finding out what will happen to the characters in this story and their world. Afterall, their survival is seriously in question! They deserve a resolution!
Back to the nightmare . . .