"My country is young and doesn't have a history, how can I get inspiration?" is a question asked often.
Firstly, your country is really only young in its current form. All countries have a past, just not the traditional history that many European countries have.
If your country is a young country only colonised in a few hundred years, far from that being a disadvantage use it to your advantage. It gives you a unique perspective that is not readily available to people living in countries with a more traditional past.
Your country may have had a native peoples living there. Tap into their myths and legends, superstitions and culture to produce something unique.
Use your landscapes in a similar manner.
Background Research Books
Books hold so much knowledge, and ideas for inspiration that can be used as stepping stones as ideas for your own art and fiction. Immerse yourself in fantasy fiction, art and traditional history of all types. Learn as much as possible.
Other artworks
Obviously, you cannot just copy other peoples works as that is copyright theft, but there is nothing stopping you looking at peoples work for inspiration to see how they put it together, how they use lighting, posture etc. Or how did the author build their world, what are the rules within it etc.
Location
"Again, without the history and legends how do I create a traditional fantasy landscape?"
You don't. You can, but why do that when you can use the world around you to create something unique? The US in particular lends itself to this with its vast unique and diverse landscapes. Elves would fit into the Redwood forests. Imagine the unusual Castles that would be in places like the Arches National Park for instance. Or perhaps your world doesn't even have the traditional trappings of fantasy?
Research your background information thoroughly so you know what works, and then use that as a guide to make it up.
"I don't have a castle?"
What is important in a castle? Location, Defence, weapons, water, position etc is important. The most important thing about a castle or fantasy building in art is they look as though they could stand - are they architecturally sound.
Get out there!
What does dawn look like rising over the mountains or caressing the desert sands. Can you feel the sand brushing your face, getting into your eyes? Does the desert absorb sound leaving you feeling alone?
How do you feel alone in a dark forest? What do you imagine lurks in the darkened waters?
Go take a look, there's no substitute for the experience and beauty of our own world.
Naturally, always take all safety measures necessary. You want your fantasy characters to do the bear fights and getting lost in the desert etc. You want to get back safely so the world can share your unique art or story!
Use your imagination & Inspiration
Your greatest tool is your own imagination. Develop and use it. Learn to visualise your world.
Different artists and writers will have different ways to gain inspiration. Some will do gardening, others listen to music and others walk. Find out what works for you. Free your mind and welcome images and ideas that 'intrude' on your conscious thoughts. Take notes so you will remember them later.
Conclusion
Have fun!
Fantasy is a fantastic genre to be enjoyed and shared by everyone. So what if your elf has round ears or your redwoods have gone purple! Maybe there's a reason; you decide.
Sabtu, 26 Agustus 2017
Kamis, 03 Agustus 2017
The Happy Ending - Love Conquers All Or Thoughts on Fiction Writing After Dialoguing With My Dog
Fact or Fiction? Ask Phoebe
Recently, I was considering the question of peace, which doesn't happen often while writing fiction. There's all that drama, love, hate, desire, envy and so on. Peace, with any luck, comes at the end of the novel. I was considering this aimlessly as I lay with my head on Phoebe's warm flank. Phoebe, being the sensitive, intuitive creature she is, immediately tuned into my musings and suggested we consider the question of love instead, which she quite rightly observed was a precursor to true peace. As she is an expert in both, I decided to go with her feelings.
"It can't be mushy love, all slurpy with wet noses and such," I reminded her. "Not that I don't love your slurpy, wet nosed kisses, but these are writers. Love, hate, war, peace, birth, death-the human drama-we can't be too obvious."
She turned away and began to slowly, lovingly lick her paw.
"Characters," I went on, scratching her behind her ear so as to get her attention. When I finished scratching, she glanced back at me with, well, the only word I can think of is love. I got all gushy and warm and silly and put my arms around her. We rubbed noses and I buried my face in her warm fur. She stretched out and I laid my head on her warm neck.
"Struggle," I went on. "Writers struggle a lot. It's not a dog's life, you know, being a writer. We write, we struggle, our passion ignites, unleashes the white heat that drives the pen without thought. But then, the door closes, we struggle again, scratch a bit, make tea, feel sorry for ourselves, maybe take our dog for a walk in hopes of inspiration returning."
WALK! She sat up, her tongue lolling with a the giddiest of grins. WALK! It was the rapid tail wagging that gave her away.
"Calm down, sweet girl," I told her. "I have an article to write my newsletter first. Then a walk."
The tail wagging wound slowly down. She collapsed on the floor with a groan and I lay my head on her neck again, stroking her soft, sweet tummy. It was then that true inspiration passed between us and I exclaimed, "That's it! The emotional roller coaster ride of being a writer. The waxing and waning of inspiration!"
Phoebe yawned, as if I were waxing-a bit too poetic for her taste.
I explained, "The answer is both simple and complex, Phebes. Because, so long as we write and take risks with the writing, the journey never ends..."
She was beginning to snore. I knew I'd lost her. Kissing her softly, I returned to the computer and began to write:
For the writer, where life ends and fiction begins or where fiction ends and life begins is never quite clear. And that is, I find, one of the great joys of writing fiction. For the life inside me, the possibilities of experience, adventure and understanding that lie in the depths of my imagination, just waiting to step forth, are not only endless but endlessly exciting, mystifying and enriching.
Who will be my next cast of characters?
To what new landscape will they take me?
Who will step forth as my darkside character this time?
With whom shall I battle?
With whom shall I fall in love?
Falling in love-it always comes back to that! (Phoebe is right, you see!) How we writers love our characters, the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly! Love is the beginning and the end: love of the characters, love of the process, love of our self that comes when we journey inward to discover a person we never knew we were, whether it be a hero, voyager, dragon slayer, shaman, or storyteller.
WE'RE TALKING TRUE LOVE, NOT A ONE NIGHT STAND
Taking your time developing the romance between writer and characters, writer and story, is pivotal. It takes a lot for this romance to flower. Because we're not talking about a one night stand. Writing is not about instant gratification. No writer I know escapes without struggling with characters, story and most of all, self. But the payoff is better than anything you might imagine. For writing is a life journey. Unlike athletes, we never grow too old to excel in our chosen field. We never grow too old to imagine.
Recently, I was considering the question of peace, which doesn't happen often while writing fiction. There's all that drama, love, hate, desire, envy and so on. Peace, with any luck, comes at the end of the novel. I was considering this aimlessly as I lay with my head on Phoebe's warm flank. Phoebe, being the sensitive, intuitive creature she is, immediately tuned into my musings and suggested we consider the question of love instead, which she quite rightly observed was a precursor to true peace. As she is an expert in both, I decided to go with her feelings.
"It can't be mushy love, all slurpy with wet noses and such," I reminded her. "Not that I don't love your slurpy, wet nosed kisses, but these are writers. Love, hate, war, peace, birth, death-the human drama-we can't be too obvious."
She turned away and began to slowly, lovingly lick her paw.
"Characters," I went on, scratching her behind her ear so as to get her attention. When I finished scratching, she glanced back at me with, well, the only word I can think of is love. I got all gushy and warm and silly and put my arms around her. We rubbed noses and I buried my face in her warm fur. She stretched out and I laid my head on her warm neck.
"Struggle," I went on. "Writers struggle a lot. It's not a dog's life, you know, being a writer. We write, we struggle, our passion ignites, unleashes the white heat that drives the pen without thought. But then, the door closes, we struggle again, scratch a bit, make tea, feel sorry for ourselves, maybe take our dog for a walk in hopes of inspiration returning."
WALK! She sat up, her tongue lolling with a the giddiest of grins. WALK! It was the rapid tail wagging that gave her away.
"Calm down, sweet girl," I told her. "I have an article to write my newsletter first. Then a walk."
The tail wagging wound slowly down. She collapsed on the floor with a groan and I lay my head on her neck again, stroking her soft, sweet tummy. It was then that true inspiration passed between us and I exclaimed, "That's it! The emotional roller coaster ride of being a writer. The waxing and waning of inspiration!"
Phoebe yawned, as if I were waxing-a bit too poetic for her taste.
I explained, "The answer is both simple and complex, Phebes. Because, so long as we write and take risks with the writing, the journey never ends..."
She was beginning to snore. I knew I'd lost her. Kissing her softly, I returned to the computer and began to write:
For the writer, where life ends and fiction begins or where fiction ends and life begins is never quite clear. And that is, I find, one of the great joys of writing fiction. For the life inside me, the possibilities of experience, adventure and understanding that lie in the depths of my imagination, just waiting to step forth, are not only endless but endlessly exciting, mystifying and enriching.
Who will be my next cast of characters?
To what new landscape will they take me?
Who will step forth as my darkside character this time?
With whom shall I battle?
With whom shall I fall in love?
Falling in love-it always comes back to that! (Phoebe is right, you see!) How we writers love our characters, the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly! Love is the beginning and the end: love of the characters, love of the process, love of our self that comes when we journey inward to discover a person we never knew we were, whether it be a hero, voyager, dragon slayer, shaman, or storyteller.
WE'RE TALKING TRUE LOVE, NOT A ONE NIGHT STAND
Taking your time developing the romance between writer and characters, writer and story, is pivotal. It takes a lot for this romance to flower. Because we're not talking about a one night stand. Writing is not about instant gratification. No writer I know escapes without struggling with characters, story and most of all, self. But the payoff is better than anything you might imagine. For writing is a life journey. Unlike athletes, we never grow too old to excel in our chosen field. We never grow too old to imagine.
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