{"id":2743,"date":"2018-09-07T09:39:43","date_gmt":"2018-09-07T15:39:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.paksworld.com\/blog\/?p=2743"},"modified":"2018-09-07T09:42:42","modified_gmt":"2018-09-07T15:42:42","slug":"intended-intro-for-sheepfarmers-daughter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.paksworld.com\/blog\/?p=2743","title":{"rendered":"Intended Intro for Sheepfarmer’s Daughter"},"content":{"rendered":"

Why did you write this story<\/em>?\u00a0\u00a0 A question often asked, in one way or another, of writers about a book.\u00a0 What prompted you, what inspired you, what led you…?<\/p>\n

In the case of Paksenarrion, it was a combination of things that happened to reach critical mass at the same time.\u00a0 I had been writing, and not publishing, for a long time: before every move I had boxes of pages of handwritten (mostly) stories and essays and poems, and after every move I had fewer (“I’ll never do anything with *that*”–or the movers lost one or more.)\u00a0 I had almost decided to quit writing several times, but the writing bug was there, and I couldn’t.\u00a0 Some submissions, no publications. But a few years before starting the Paks “short story” (it was going to be a short story…read that and laugh), I had audited a creative writing class taught by Dr. Lois Parker at Southwestern University in Georgetown, Texas.\u00a0 Why?\u00a0 Because a clerk in a little bookstore in Georgetown, a student at Southwestern, recommended it, and I had just enough money to audit it.<\/p>\n

Lois made clear, for the first time, the difference between correcting something (in the classroom sense of writing) and revision (making a story better, a more satisfying experience for the reader.\u00a0 I’d always made As in English lit, English composition, but this was a different approach, and it convinced me to try again, seriously, to become a professional storyteller.<\/p>\n

Following that class, within a month or two, I noticed that the county biweekly paper was looking for a new stringer in the town where I live.\u00a0 I applied for the job.\u00a0 It was relatively simple (town of maybe 650-700, cover local news but not local politics, we have a reporter assigned to that.)\u00a0\u00a0 But it had to be typed (and I hated typing) and it had to be 800 words, delivered on time, weekly.\u00a0 A perfect beginner-pro-writer assignment that paid for itself with money, too:\u00a0 five dollars a column paid for the gas to drive it down to the newspaper office, and the typewriter ribbons and paper I needed to write it–and other things.\u00a0 After six months they raised my pay to six dollars a column and later eight and then years later(grand moment) fifteen.\u00a0 That’s $780 a year.\u00a0 At the time, many sacks of chicken feed.<\/p>\n

I had made a pact with Lois that I would write more stories and actually submit them, for a couple of years, before considering quitting writing again.\u00a0 In my own mind (as the collection of rejections began) I would have to cover every open wall space in my study with rejections, pinned up right next to each other (no fair leaving open spaces) before I could stop.\u00a0 I kept a submission log on the closet door (title, date submitted, date returned, etc.)<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, sometime after I’d started writing for the SUN, my husband started DMing for a friend’s son, and then for another family’s sons.\u00a0 I had boys in the house playing D&D, too loudly to keep writing in the other room.\u00a0 I came out and kibitzed.\u00a0 They started using me as the rules person, available to look up things in the books.\u00a0 Of course I started critiquing the rules.\u00a0 “This is really stupid,” I said, probably too often.\u00a0 I was particularly incensed over the simplistic good\/evil\/lawful\/chaotic divides, and over the way paladins were interpreted (stupid good, seemed to be the approach.)<\/p>\n

This may be unfair, but remember, I was a frustrated writer who couldn\u2019t write those evenings because of a houseful of people. \u00a0I didn’t want to play the game; I wanted to redesign it (sign of a writer…we want it to be OUR way.) Another couple asked if their sons could join in…now there were five boys and three adults (that couple stayed because they liked the game) and the gravitational force finally dragged me in. “If you think know what a paladin should be, play<\/u> one,” the adults said.\u00a0 “If you’re going to gripe about the game at least play it.”\u00a0 Grump.\u00a0 But suddenly the paladin wasn’t an idiot like Roland, but a wily, competent war-leader, and the notion of “good” as “stupid” went out the window.<\/p>\n

But it was a game, not a book, and more importantly, it wasn’t MY book.\u00a0 I had been working in almost straight hard SF for years, not fantasy.\u00a0 That’s where I saw my future as a writer; I had both military and science background (albeit I’d had to leave the graduate degree unfinished.)<\/p>\n

Then several things happened.\u00a0 The lurking depression that had been around for years, up and down, burgeoned into a serious clinical depression.\u00a0 The foundational kid and his family including my best friend in this town, his mother, needed to move halfway across the country. \u00a0The kid was miserable at the thought.\u00a0 The depressive episode was bad enough that I sought treatment (and it worked) and thought writing a story for the kid about his game character and mine might cheer him up in his distant “I hate this new place” mood.\u00a0 OK, it was fantasy, but it was just a story for him, in particular, and I didn’t think about publication.<\/p>\n

Until the thing came pouring out in a flood…not the short story I’d planned but a huge sprawling monster in which my game character dissolved and out came Paksenarrion Dorthansdotter.\u00a0 Many thousands of words a day poured out (I don’t know how many; I was typing on my step-grandmother’s old half-electric typewriter and kept typing off the edge of the paper and off the bottom of it too.) My character and the kid’s character dissolved into the story, which had its own headstrong idea about where it was going.<\/p>\n

Somewhere around 75 pages I realized that “short story” was not going to fit. Could it possibly be a book?\u00a0 At something over 200 pages, I knew it wasn’t going to fit in one book because the story wasn’t anywhere near over.\u00a0 (I didn’t have a word count until the following year, when we got our first PC.)\u00a0 What the heck WAS it?\u00a0 By this time, the family that had gamed at our house (the game died pretty much when the founding kid moved) were reading the story as it was written. Every few days I’d haul some more pages over to their house.\u00a0 They liked it: both adults, both boys.\u00a0 That seemed promising.<\/p>\n

But what other things drove the story onward?\u00a0 Both my first degree (history, mostly ancient and medieval) an interest that predated college and continued after it, and my interest in and experience with, the military.\u00a0 For both, the interest not merely in the surface details of reigns and wars, weapons and tactics, but in the cultures and the people in the cultures, the ways they thought.\u00a0 Along with my history classes, I had taken courses in archaeology and cultural anthropology and geology (joking that it taught me “history from the rocks up.”) Both my major professors in ancient\/medieval history insisted on understanding the legal, economic, and social issues not just what happened when.\u00a0 Among the books that became important in the research for Paksworld were F.S. Lear’s Treason in Roman and Germanic Law<\/u>, K.F. Drew’s translations of the Lombard Laws<\/u> and Burgundian Code<\/u>, and Barbara Tuchman’s A Distant Mirror<\/u>.\u00a0\u00a0 Books that got things wrong in history or military fiction also propelled the writing…because throwing a book across the room and saying “I could do better than that!” has pushed more than one writer across the line to serious interest in getting published.\u00a0 In the late ’70s and early ’80s there were a lot of fiction books that got things wrong.\u00a0 There probably still are, and they’re valuable as spurs to yet-unpublished writers to quit griping and start finishing your own books that do it right.<\/p>\n

The first bit I wrote, for the kid in Salt Lake City whose mother told me he was miserable, did not make it into the final version…and that’s a good thing.\u00a0 It never actually happened to Paks; it happened to a more amorphous person, the game character whose shape Paks burst out of about 4000 words later, when the flame had gone from the tinder to the real fuel, those big pickoak logs.\u00a0 In the process of writing that book, everything I’d experienced in decades of living and doing turned out to be useful. And then…I needed to find a publisher.\u00a0 (A story for the introduction to another volume.)<\/p>\n

…………………………………………………………….<\/p>\n

They were written and (I thought) mailed off to Baen in September 2017 (the dates on the files)\u00a0 but since I had that whack in the throat in late August and was desperately trying to finish INTO THE FIRE (which required, to my sorrow, many more rewrites than it should have) it’s always possible I didn’t.\u00a0 Or maybe they were too long, or for some other reason not considered suitable.<\/p>\n

And now my internet connection’s down so I can’t send this until later.\u00a0 Grumpish.<\/p>\n

OK, back on.\u00a0\u00a0 Now:\u00a0 I can wait to post the other two until the next volumes come out, or go on and post them this evening (there’s a visit to an eye surgeon between now and then.) What would y’all prefer?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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