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Monday, November 17, 2014

The Must Have Elements of World Building Guest Blog and Giveaway with John Swan



The Must Have Elements of World Building

            In popular culture, the bar has been set for fantasy writers. We know what readers want because we are just as much an avid reader as we are an author. And with the amazing screen adaptations from some of our favorites, we see what kind of stuff works and doesn’t. When we read fantasy, we do so because we want to enter another world. But we need to believe it. It doesn’t have to be a completely foreign land like Middle Earth or Narnia, but it doesn’t have to be the hidden magical side of England either. It just has to be there and be done well, and there are some elements you must master to pull it off. You have to be able to answer questions from your readers like: “Where did your character come from? What is their homeland called? What is it near? Who is the god that they prayed to on page nine? Are there others?”, because it develops the basic level of depth that must be achieved to make your world come to life and be believable. And I have found that to build a world properly, it usually involves a map, some history, and a story.

The First Element: The Map
            The first thing I do when I pick up a novel is what most of us do; we flip it over and read the blurb on the back. Then we turn it back over and open it to see what’s happening inside, and in fantasy we usually come across a map. In world building this is pivotal, because a map creates an immediate connection for the reader. In the human mind, any world has to have a map. And thanks to the author, your new novel now has a tangible base in reality. That place is now forming in your mind, and although you don’t know anything about it, it exists. The framework is set and you haven’t even read a page or met a character. But when you do, it’s as though you already have a heads up and are ready for the story to begin. The map also shows that this new world has a history, because geographical and political boundaries don’t just pop up out of nowhere. They take time, and lots of it. So just by including a map, you’ve added an immeasurable amount of authenticity to your world. But beware! Maps can be terrible and really bring down the overall quality of your work, so take your time with them. (Check out my blog on map making @ john-swan.com).

The Second Element:  History
So let’s say you hate maps or aren’t ready to include one. That’s fine, because you can get away without one, but be prepared to dish out some snippets of history. We live in a linear existence, and with comes a past, present, and future. And just like life, no epic fantasy world is pastless. Every story has a story behind it, and if you don’t include any history your reader will get bored. We have to feel that there is something more back there, even if we don’t know what it is. For example, I wouldn’t need to know anything more about Gandalf the Grey than “he was one of five wizards that came from Valinor.” (That’s not a direct quote, but bare with me.) Right there, in ten words, a history was developed and a depth achieved. The reader immediately starts asking themselves questions like, ‘Where is Valinor? And I wonder what powers the other five had? Maybe I’ll find out later.’ That is what you want, and I think the more of that in your works the better. By having that historical base and knowing it in your head, you already achieve it when writing and you don’t have to try. When your characters are introduced, you seamlessly fold them into a world that is established. It shows to the reader, and it makes you come off as better writer with much more clout. 

The Third Element:  The Story
And that leads me to my final element for world building. You need to have a story. I didn’t and was stuck for a long time. I had developed this amazing place, with histories dating back thousands of years and beatiful tales that I could fill volumes with. But there was no cohesiveness to it. Cool short stories of gods and goddesses were neat and all, but I needed the story. I needed my hero, or villain, to draw people into my universe and give it a purpose. For example, imagine if J.K. Rowling had only published Hogwarts, A History but never anything else. Yeah, sweet, a cool book talking about the history of this magical school in England. It probably would have attracted some readers, but without the story of Harry and Voldemort it didn’t have any context. We, the reader, don’t care about Hogwarts without Harry because its halls are empty without our love for the story that was told inside its walls. So develop your world, but always be on the look out for that one tale that will draw us in and take us on that journey. Only then will readers truly see your world and give it the justice that it deserves. 

In Your Dreams
The Aldaya Series
Book One
John Swan

Genre: Epic Fantasy

Date of Publication: Sept. 14, 2014

ISBN:978-0-9906555-0-3
ASIN:B00NI96DC4

Number of pages: Estimated 276

Cover Artist: Natalie Spasic

Book Description:

On an ancient planet within our galaxy, a dark and fearsome terror has awoken from its long slumber. Its task is to work quietly from the unseen, spreading dissent through the vulnerable territories of the free races; weakening them for its master. By a chance meeting, it comes across a young girl in the swampy and mist choked lands of Endmoor.

Her name is Mim, and the pairing of her platinum hair and violet eyes has not been seen since the Great War 1,000 years earlier; and has attracted unwanted attention. Knowing it hunts her, Mim flees and starts on a journey that takes her far across the Great Isle of Aldaya; the only landmass that now sits above the waves.

Unbeknownst to her, she is the key to unraveling the darkness that is falling over the Great Isle; an emptiness that threatens to swallow not only Aldaya, but the Sphere as well, and all its futures to come.


Excerpt:

Her words caught in her throat and she was unable to breathe. The woman at the table was the strangest looking person she had ever seen. Her body was thin and gangly, and her pale skin stuck out jaggedly in places as if it were trying to cover too many bones. Even sitting down Mim could tell she was tall, and her thin robes were midnight black and hemmed in places with dark maroon embroidery.

Then Mim took in her face, and it was paler and more terrifying than the rest of her body.

Her cheekbones were set a little too pointy and high. The mouth was nothing more than a thin slit stretched too far across the length of her face. The nose looked as if it had been removed, shrunk, and poorly placed back on. And her eyes were ghastly and titled upwards too far, and completely black with veins around the outer parts. Their color matched the hair that came down from her dark hood, which had jagged protrusions poking out at a few points near the back.
“Oh! I didn’t smell a child,” the creature said. As her black eyes met Mim’s purple ringed with blue, she stopped. “Well, what do we have here? How strange...” She got up from the table and circled her. At full height, the creature stood at least two feet taller than Mim.“I can smell the sweet scent of youth a mile away, little piglet, yet somehow I had no idea you were here.” A cold, pointy, finger ran across Mim’s cheek and up to her temples. “And what strange eyes you have.”

Mim was rooted to the ground and dared not move. Whatever stood before her seemed to be a demon that had jumped off the pages of one of Ilanya’s stories, and as she glanced towards Miss Barley and Candy for direction, the two were expressionless. They stared ahead in some sort of trance. What was wrong with them?

A lightning bolt cracked overhead and the woman let out a high-pitched laugh. When her oversized mouth opened, Mim could see two rows of sharpened teeth that filled the inside: one in the front like normal, and another jagged row sitting just behind it. The two figures that accompanied her said nothing, remaining still and hidden under their cloaks.

As she looked down at the blond girl, for the first time in over a thousand years, curiosity crept into Morra’s mind. The girl had no smell, and try as she might, Morra Losis couldn’t sense a trace of her except with her vision. But even stranger were her eyes. Purple eyes like those she had only seen many ages ago, and the bearers of them had disappeared from the sphere before the Great War in the north had begun.

But yet here in front of her one remained, and she wondered to herself whether her queen would find interest in this young human. Oh, most certainly, she thought. This revelation was the only thing keeping her from devouring the succulent girl on the spot. But if she lost her now, she would have to hunt for her like mortals did, and that was certainly not going to happen. Then the most wonderful idea came to her mind.

With the centaurs it had always been the hunt, the Dwarves their precious jewels, and the Elves their knowledge. But with humans it had always come down to their desire for freedom and independence. And although she hadn’t been awake for long, she knew in this age that true freedom could only be attained by one thing:wealth. She knew exactly what this poor little mongrel desired most just by looking at her torn outfit and dirty hands. “Well, it seems that one servant around here knows how to appease a guest of status. And I have always prided myself on paying the help.”

Morra Losis snapped her fingers and one of the tall hooded figures glided over, producing a large coin purse. She dipped her hand in and pulled out a large handful of endins and sprinkled them into the pot of meat with a smile. The taller creature then went back to standing by its twin before she drew herself closer to the girl onceagain. “That is for the meat, dear.” She then reached into a pocket from the inside of her cloak and pulled out a very small black purse. It was made of a shimmery fabric and all over it were dark maroon shapes. “And this is for you.”

As her hand placed the small pouch in the girl’s free hand, a tremor went through her. She could barely contain her appetite. She grabbed Mim’s jaw with one hand and effortlessly lifted her off of the ground, running her forked purple tongue up Mim’s cheek. The pot dropped to the ground, sending pieces of raw pork and coins spilling onto the rough floors. Her grip was so tight that she felt the girl’s jaws beginning to crack. She hadn’t had a meal this intriguing in an age, and her resistance was crumbling to the need to satisfy her hunger. What can one little bite hurt? she thought. But as she thought of her master, she quickly let go, dropping the girl back to the ground and turning back towards the table. As she bent down and picked up a raw piece of intestine and dangled it in front of her face, she said, “I just don’t think this will do. I certainly do not eat off of the floor, and when I feed I have always desired something with a little more...spunk.” She turned towards the dark greasy haired girl and let out a low gurgle, briefly revealing her jagged rows of teeth. Lifting her enchantment, the girl came out of her stupor, and after a moment began shrieking and backing away.



About the Author:

John Swan has been an independent fiction writer since 2003, with the Aldaya Series being his first published work to date. During that time, he attended Southern Illinois University and graduated with two degrees, both with high honors. He has an Associates in the Sciences and a Bachelors in Meteorology and Climate sciences, with emphasis on research and written dictations.

He spent several years during school helping to open and manage a French Bistro before moving to Honolulu, HI, where he worked for the local Parks and Wildlife service and was finally able to give his writing career the full attention it needed.

His love for writing began at an early age, never passing up chances to submit his works to young writers’ forums through school and his local community. He grew up on a small farm in southern Illinois, but spent his summers in an enchanted little blue cottage on the banks of the Mississippi River. In this valley is where he wandered beneath the trees along the bluffs with his best friends, and where tales of hobbits, mages, boy wizards, enchanted wardrobes and Native American folk lore shaped his writing style and drove him to create an entire universe all his own.


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