Keep your Eye Out
Par Examplay, (french for for example) the cover of the book Albion (seen above) sums him up perfectly. I must say there are a few people in the course who know him better then me, even though we shared the odd night out and even a fight in Hee Bees, but as a writer I see the cover and I think of Jon Gale. The great thing is it's the exact same thing with me because my book is based on something that makes me, Moi (french for me).
When I started writing novels I was trying to write a scouse version of The Outisder or a JMU version of a Paul Auster novel. These attempts didn't get past the 5th page. I wondered what I was doing wrong. I was reading stories about an individual going on a deep, philosophical and emotional soul searching journey. They were fantastic stories that made me change my outlook on life, Invisible by Auster and Outisder by Albert Camus were just two of these. Naturally I wanted to replicate these stories in my own little way, but it just wasn't working.
One of the Best Ever
I came to the simple conclusion that the genre was not for me, at least for now. It was round this time I was eviscerating the pages of Raymond E. Feist. Page after page were being soundly annihilated as I gobbled up his books. Twenty three books set in the world Midkemia, a fantastic world full of dragons, magicians, politics, hereos and of course romance. It took me twenty three books of his to make me realise that I am destined to write the greatest fantasy novel(s) ever.
My Favourite of the Series
All my life I have been in love with the fantasy genre, always coming back to it after a strenuous literary read. It was nice to fall into the arms of a marauding pack of mercenaries, made up of death sentenced criminals turned soldiers, sent to Novindus to spy on the Emerald Queen and her rapidly increasing army. While I was reading his last book, Magicians end the final chapter in the world of Midkemia, it clicked. For twenty three books I journeyed to a world time and time again, devouring every word with not a single survivor (except in King of Foxes when Talon of the Silver Hawk is sent to a prison and I was really depressed because he was my favourite character so I skimmed read ((which I never do, does that work in past tense?)) until he escaped so I did miss a few Thes and Ands). I knew for me to become published I had to create a world like this, one that I love to keep coming back to, expanding and cataloging the entire history of a world.
My Map is Better
For a solid year I have reached about a third of the way through the story but I have built up an entire history of a continent. From wars that shaped the borders that make up the world, to the birth of the first every mercenary guild and the different religions and beliefs of how humans came to be on this vast landscape. I should really concentrate on the main narrative but I am so immersed into the world that when a new character pops up I write where he's from, what race, what town, how big is the town is it close to the northlands or by the desert, how does this effect their trade routes and what sustenance are the people of that town likely to live on, compared to if they lived by the sea. I can't stop, it's addictive and creative and at the same time self-destructive. Every time I split on a tangent, it's more time away from the novel.
Before I panic however and have stop myself from writing, I remember what a lecturer once said to me in reference to a first draft of a short story 'I think with this story, you need to write and see where it takes you.' I didn't want to carry on writing that story so I stopped, but with this one, I cannot stop which can only be a good thing.
Oh by the way you can buy Jon Gale's novella or whatever.
