Showing posts with label Alternate History. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alternate History. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Interview with novelist Dusk Peterson

Today’s special guest is Dusk Peterson and we’re chatting with about Dusk’s new alternate history novel, Sweet Blood (The Eternal Dungeon, Volume 5).

Bio:
Honored in the Rainbow Awards, Dusk Peterson writes historical speculative fiction with diverse characters: historical fantasy, alternate history, and retrofuture science fiction. Friendship, romantic friendship, and romance often occur in the stories.

Dusk Peterson also runs Historicalfic: Historical Research for Fiction Writers (historicalfic.com). A resident of Maryland, Mx. Peterson lives with an apprentice and several thousand books.

Please tell us about your current release.
I've just brought out Sweet Blood, the final volume in my Eternal Dungeon series, which is set in an alternative version of America that was settled in ancient times. As a result, ancient and medieval customs linger. The series is set in a royal dungeon that has gradually developed more humane methods of questioning prisoners. But younger prison-workers are now rebelling against the notion that torture should ever be used to question prisoners. In this climactic volume, the dungeon is torn apart by civil war, with lovers fighting against lovers, and friends turning against friends. The war becomes not merely a struggle to find a peaceful settlement over the issue of torture, but also a struggle to mend relationships.

Excerpt from Sweet Blood:
"Seven violations of the Code, Mr. Smith," said the Codifier. "Eight, if we count my own. All that our transgressions prove is that this dungeon desperately needs the Code and desperately needs leaders who are willing to take on the burden of punishing violations of the Code. If you and I were to resign today, who would take our places? Weldon Chapman, a man who barely escaped death for his own violation of the Code? Elsdon Taylor, who defied your orders to such a degree that his own senior night guard – a man of exemplary behavior until that time – took it into his head to loan his dagger to a mentally ill prisoner?"

Layle's fists clenched, his automatic reaction to any attack on his love-mate. "Sir, I am to blame for Mr. Taylor's refusal to rack his prisoner. I did not sufficiently impress upon him—"

"Mr. Smith, I am not trying to apportion blame here. Mr. Taylor is a junior Seeker and has been working in the dungeon for only five years; it is natural for him to make mistakes. I am simply pointing out that there is currently no man in this dungeon who holds the qualities of leadership necessary to take over your position or mine during this crisis, should either of us resign or even receive temporary suspension from our duties."

The Codifier carefully closed the Code of Seeking. Without looking Layle's way, he said, "It is the judgment of our Queen that we should remain at our posts, as we are needed here to deal with this crisis. It is also her judgment that we should continue our policy of requiring strict adherence to the Code. If any Seeker or guard violates the Code deliberately in the future, they will undergo discipline, just as Mr. Boyd did . . . but they will do so under my supervision of your actions."

He was silent for a long while. He knew, from the heaviness in his chest, that he had hoped for a different outcome. Resignation from his post, temporary suspension from his duties, a retraction of the policy of disciplining any guard or Seeker who violated the Code in even the smallest way . . . Any of these changes would have relieved him of the pain of continuing to fight the junior members of the dungeon who opposed his policy – of continuing to fight Elsdon over matters that his love-mate could never fully understand, because he had never been a senior Seeker . . . and never would be, if he continued to defy the High Seeker.

Oh, Mercy and Hell. He would gladly allow himself to be flayed for eternity if he could thereby escape the responsibility of disciplining Elsdon for any future violations of the Code.

He could feel the Codifier's eye upon him. He forced himself to speak the words he knew must be spoken: "I am the Queen's servant."

The Codifier slid the Code of Seeking into his desk drawer and rose to his feet. "If you were not, Mr. Smith, I would not have approved your appointment as High Seeker. Now let us put aside all thoughts of our own guilt and find a way to bring this dungeon back into order."

What inspired you to write this book?
When I started the series, I hadn't planned to overturn the characters' belief system; I was merely exploring how, even amidst evil, there can be people who strive to improve matters. The core of the series storyline has been the love that developed between the head of the dungeon (Layle Smith) and a former prisoner of his. But as time went on, I began to see how the differing views these two men held on how to treat prisoners would strain their relationship and begin to create a wider battle in the dungeon between two ideologies.

When coming up with ideas for stories, I usually start with characters in a tense situation. But since I write historical speculative fiction, history inserts itself at a certain point. This period I'm writing about in the Eternal Dungeon series, the 1880s, happens to be when reformists were fighting for changes in American society, both in labor and in prisons. So that fit neatly with what was occurring to my characters.

What exciting story are you working on next?
By February, I hope to have the first story out in a new series. Here's the blurb of the first story:
o—o—o
A young woman and a young man in a different time and place from each other are about to encounter the same problem, which will change their lives.

Joktan is in trouble. Pursued by an unknown enemy, he must flee for safety . . . where? When his rash prayer transports him to a deceptively quiet town, he must make sense of the tremendous transformation he has undergone.

Persis has spent nearly all her life on the Internet. A chatterbox online, she just can't seem to connect with people face-to-face. She had hoped that moving to a small town would give her a life beyond the screen, but she seems doomed to live alone forever.

Then she rounds a corner and finds herself facing a swordsman. . . .

Set in the author's hometown next to the Chesapeake Bay, this novelette (miniature novel) is the first tale in Swordsman in a Small Town, a diverse fantasy romance series about travel between small towns in parallel worlds.

o—o—o

Essentially, what happened was that I had a fantasy series called The Three Lands, and I found myself wondering what would happen if a character from that world ended up in my hometown. It's a premise I've been playing around with in my head for decades – the idea of someone from an earlier fantasy culture having to cope with modern life. In this case, I added in a small town, a slowly growing romance, and the fact that my hero looks Middle Eastern, and I had my series.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
In the loosest sense, I was a writer from the moment I began telling stories as a small child. That was something every kid I knew did; we would play out the stories.

I began writing down my stories when I was eight. By the time I was nine, I was toying with the idea of choosing writing as a career. To my supreme good fortune, when I was ten or eleven I read Jacqueline Jackson's Turn Not Pale, Beloved Snail: A Book about Writing Among Other Things. That book not only provided lots of helpful practical advice on being a writer; it also listed lots of reasons why one would want to be a writer.

From the moment I read Turn Not Pale, Beloved Snail, I was a committed professional. I wouldn't begin writing fiction at a professional level for another twenty years or so, but I was fully committed to writing as much as possible and doing everything else I needed to become a published author.

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
I learned how to find time to write during the quarter century that I was a full-time writer. For a couple of years there, I was bringing out an e-book every week – mainly reissues, but still, with a workload like that, you learn to be disciplined, which was a lesson I badly needed.

These days I work on my writing for an hour or so before breakfast: research, composing, editing, or layout. During meals I either do light editing or I read fiction, which is part of the creative process for me. On Sundays, I prepare my social media posts for the week, and I issue and announce my latest stories: online serializations or e-books. That's my official schedule, but I must admit I cheat a bit: I often find ways to nudge in a bit more writing-related time. (I'm squeezing in these interview replies between dinner and bedtime.)

My new day job – other than taking care of housework for me and my disabled apprentice, which is an important part of my day – is running a business called Historicalfic: Historical Research for Fiction Writers. I'd like to be a helping hand to authors who need assistance with their historical research. I've been doing historical research for thirty years now, not only as a novelist, but also as a journalist and history writer.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
My Muse is enamored with foreshadowing. My Muse does this by "backshadowing" – grabbing onto old, trivial references and making them important. For example, in Sweet Blood I was bringing in a new character. My Muse said, "Hey, remember three volumes back, when you mentioned a soldier in passing? And wait, couldn't this guy also be the soldier who briefly appears in the very first story of the series, which you wrote back in 2002?"

I once tried to show a fellow writer, through colored type, where my Muse inserted foreshadows into a story I'd written. The story ended up looking as though colored confetti had been thrown upon it.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
From age nine onwards, a writer. It wasn't a strange choice. My father is a literary historian and printing historian; my mother was an amateur reporter and poet. They met while writing for their college newspaper.

My parents were always very supportive of me becoming a writer, both in terms of emotional support and in terms of practical support. My father taught me how to do layout; my mother bought me my first thesaurus. Little things like that made all the difference.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
I enjoy diversity in fiction – both my fiction and other people's fiction. I have a tags page at my website for the diversities of character in my own stories. At my author accounts at Twitter and Facebook, I link to articles about diversity in fiction.

(At my researcher accounts at Twitter and Facebook, I link to articles about historical research and writing historical novels.)


Researcher links: Website | Twitter | Facebook

Thanks for being here today, Dusk!


Monday, June 6, 2016

Interview with novelist R.F. Dunham

I have R.F. Dunham in the hot seat today. He’s chatting with me about his alternate history novel, The Other Side of Hope.

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Bio:
R.F. Dunham writes with one purpose: to take you places you've never been before. That might be a distant fantasy land, the far reaches of space, the future of earth, or simply to an idea you've never encountered. A student of language and culture, Dunham's stories will pull you into complex worlds that challenge your perception of your own surroundings.

After working for over two years as a professional ghostwriter, the time has finally come for him to release his first full-length novel published in his own name, The Other Side of Hope. His short story, “Just a Drop,” was recently published in Nebula Rift Science Fiction magazine and an interactive version of the story is currently in beta testing. When he’s not writing, R.F. can be found playing the trumpet, writing his thesis in Arabic linguistics, or hiking in the mountains of Virginia. 

Welcome, R.F. Please share a little bit about your current release.
The Other Side of Hope is a unique alternate history novel that offers a fresh (and upside down) perspective on the conflict that has defined our era: The War on Terror. It’s all built around my passion for seeing conflict through the eyes of the “other.” The book invites readers to flip their perspective and imagine what it would be like to be on the other side of this fight.

At its core, The Other Side of Hope is about two men, one Christian and one Muslim. These men are concerned with nothing more than caring and providing for their families and going about their lives when a war erupts that throws both of their lives into chaos. Everything changes and they get put on a course that will lead them to collide with the other side—and be forced to reconsider exactly who their enemies are.

What inspired you to write this book?
I was inspired to write this book by a desire to help both Christians and Muslims see our current global conflict through the eyes of those they would call “enemy.” I thought that the best way to do that would be to write a story in which the two sides were reversed. That way, a Christian can better imagine how their own religion could be used to vent anger built up over decades of abuse and a Muslim can better understand the racially focused hostility felt by a people who see their way of life as being under attack.


Excerpt from The Other Side of Hope:
When Ethan saw Elisa turn the corner, his eyes lingered on her face for only an instant. The familiar details of her delicate features filled his mind at once and he wondered how they could have ever become blurred. He would have focused on those features longer, much longer. Would have memorized every inch of her face, from the curve of her cheeks, to her soft nose, to the gentle slope of her chin, to her soft red lips, and shining blue eyes.

He would have stared for hours and maybe he would have never left again. But his eyes were immediately drawn away from her face and to her belly, which was large and round.

Ethan stared at her pregnant stomach for a heartbeat that stretched on endlessly. He blinked once and then hot anger, augmented by the sharp pain of betrayal, flared. He’d been gone for months and she’d gotten pregnant with another man’s child while he was fighting for their future.

He took a step toward her and she must have seen the rage in his eyes because she rested a hand on her stomach and backed away. Seeing her fear broke through Ethan’s anger and he stopped.

“Is it…?” he asked softly, almost breathless.

Elisa nodded once, just a small dip of her chin and Ethan knew it was true.

It was his child she was carrying. He was suddenly ashamed that he could have ever thought anything different. Elisa would never betray him.

Even though the revelation of her pregnancy was a shock, Ethan had to admit that it was possible. He hadn’t truly even considered the possibility that it would happen, that she would become pregnant before they were married. Or maybe he had just assumed that it wouldn’t matter if she did, that they would be married either way and no one would ever know the difference.

Yet here they stood.

Ethan stood just inside the doorway, wrestling with feelings of desperation and duty. Elisa at the end of the hallway, eyes wide with a potent mixture of fear and hope.

Ethan held those eyes with his own for a moment longer, then came to his decision. “I’m going to Turkey. Today.”


What exciting story are you working on next?
I’m in the planning stages of an unrelated, science fiction novel. Just character sketches and the beginning of a few plot outlines at this point. It’s going to dive into themes of betrayal vs loyalty, war vs peace, family vs country, and redemption vs hopelessness. All I can say beyond that is that the initial idea came from this New York Times article.

That’s what I’ve thought my next book was going to be for several weeks now. But several people have asked if I plan to write any more in the world of The Other Side of Hope. The first few times, my answer was always that the story is finished and there’s no need to write any further in that world. But the question has been so persistent, that I’m starting to reconsider my answer! The story of these characters is finished for sure but I’m becoming more and more open to the idea of writing a new story with new characters in this world. In fact, I’d love to hear what you and your readers think about the idea! So, what do you think? Should there be more books in this world?

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I had a hard time referring to myself as a writer for a fairly long time after I started writing professionally. You see, while I was writing The Other Side of Hope, I was also working as a freelance ghostwriter. But for a long time, when people asked me what I did for a living, I would say, “I write.” Not, “I’m a writer.” It took probably close to a year of full-time writing before I could confidently say, “I am a writer.” Now one of the first things I say to aspiring writers is to own it. Say it loud and proud, whether it’s your job or a hobby.

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
I do write full-time, though as I said, not all on my own writing. I divide my time between writing my stories and editing for my clients. Usually about a 50/50 split but sometimes circumstances lead to devoting more time to one or the other.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I don’t know if this quite counts as a writing quirk, but I have a tendency to play my trumpet while I’m writing. I keep my horn on a stand right next to my desk and when I need a short break to clear my head or something, I just pick it up and play something. Maybe a random exercise or an etude I’m working on. Sometimes some blues licks just because, who doesn’t like the blues?

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A Jedi.

Other than that, I don’t have any memories having a very specific goal when I was little. I was into skateboarding for a while and there was a time when I wanted to do that professionally. Then I got into music and thought about being a professional jazz musician for a while (I do occasionally get to make some money here and there with music, so that dream is partially fulfilled). I did like to write stories and make my own (very bad) comics when I was a kid, but I don’t think I ever thought I would be a writer. But here I am!

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
Thank you for being interested enough in my book to read this interview! Hopefully I didn’t drive you away. I truly do hope that you’ll pick up The Other Side of Hope, read it, and share it with your friends. Not because I’d like to sell books (though that is nice!) but because I believe strongly in the message of this story and I want it to get out there. Our world faces a serious threat. Not terrorism or radical Islam but mutual hate and misunderstanding. The Other Side of Hope is my effort to stand against that threat.

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