Friday, June 28, 2013

Peter Saye, Ennatarian Dreams

AUTHOR: Peter Saye
BOOK TITLE: Ennatarian Dreams
PUBLISHER: Nexgate Press (Autumn 2013)
BUY LINK: (Details of where to buy are published on the front page)

Why don't you start with telling us a little about yourself? What genre do you write in and why?

Science fiction seems to be my natural genre, but I certainly won’t be restricting myself. I’m more interested in the characters and their journey, rather than the specific genre it’s written in. History has always been of great interest to me and science fiction provides a mirror or reversal of that. As an author you are building an alternative potential history or place which feels like reality.

What got you interested in writing, and what inspired you to write your first book?
There has always been a drive to write for me, but I have stifled it until recently, having had a very busy and full family life. The real push was realizing that there would never be a good time to start writing a book and that I was, if anything, getting busier. So I just sat down and started, without an idea of where I was going, or what I would write. Out of my random muse popped Remos, fully formed in my mind, walking along a sandy lane on the way to a hard day’s toil.  At that point, he demanded to be written about – I had fired my imagination and I knew that I was going to have to make the time.
Do you outline before you write? If not, what’s your initial process?

I use a mixture of techniques to write, but in the main, I’ll outline my plot and then let the book take me to unexpected places, while keeping roughly within the overall structure. On the current book, the first character and the initial scene developed organically, as I was writing. I then had an idea of who I was writing about and a plot for the entire story was worked out over the following fortnight before I continued to write more. The book took me on unexpected tangents as I wrote, but I kept to the plan and incorporated these new elements.
What comes first: the plot or the characters?
My first words of the current book started with a character. Once he had formed, his world blossomed out into a plot and other characters filled in the spaces. But a plot is nothing without its characters, so these have to feel real to me and I have to care about them. Once they’re in place, I find myself trying to think what they would do and this often takes me to unexpected places. It’s all part of the fun and I feel that I’m on a journey with them.
Which of your characters do you love/hate/fear/pity the most and why?

Sooni is my favourite character, by far. She is a young girl and a strong female lead who has to grow up quickly to meet the challenges that face her and her best friend, Remos.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Finding the time to write is the hardest task for me. But if I can do it, anyone can. My wife and I have five children two of whom were born just before I started writing. I run my own business, but was also rebuilding my house, and my mother was hospitalized with a serious illness at about the same time the twins arrived! My book was written during late evenings and in any spare moments, if such things exist for me. Revision of the story has also been slotted in around my schedule.

How long does it take to write a book for you?

My first book has taken four years of writing and revision to complete. Although it is currently available on Amazon Kindle, I have recently been approached by a publisher, and we are in the midst of editing and revising once again before re-release in the Autumn of 2013. Having said that, I certainly don’t think that it will take me that long to write another, as I have used the process to gain a sense of who I am as a writer and to develop my style and confidence.  Book two is underway, and the plot is complete.

Describe your writing space.
My usual space is at the kitchen table, late at night, after the children are in bed and I’ve caught up with the dishes! But I tend to take print outs, or a draft copy of the book with me wherever I go, so that I can use any spare snatches of time to write and revise. So the real answer is: Anywhere I can find a quiet space and a few undisturbed moments.
What do you like to do when you’re not writing? 

 Having five children, ranging from university age down to nursery, there is very little time in life for anything other than children, work and housework. But I really value the time I have with the children and my home life. I know that it goes by quickly, so I’m enjoying it while I have them at home. I met my wife at a Ju-jitsu club back in the late eighties and we travelled a lot together and were busy socially. 

What books or authors have influenced your writing?

There are two main influences in my writing. John Wyndham has always been a favourite. His stories have a freshness to them that places them out of time, even though events are often set in present day. JK Rowling’s easy use of conversation and rich but unselfconscious descriptions of the world in which the characters live are something that I will always strive to see in my stories.

What do you see for the future of publishing and e-books?

The freedom given to publish a book for a new author, even a printed version, is wonderful. I can only see that developing further. It is a very healthy thing for the industry, as it allows previously unheard of authors the chance to get to market. An author’s career really is in their own hands, if their writing is good.

What are your current books out right now, and what are the books coming up for release?

Ennatarian Dreams is the current book. This is the first in the series and is undergoing a final revision and editing before release in the Autumn of this year by Nexgate Press. Book two is already under way and is scheduled for 2014 release.

Book excerpt:

Slowly, he awoke; or rather he became aware of where he was. Remos had not been asleep, after all; how could he have been, he was standing? A peculiar feeling came over him, almost giddiness, and he realised that this was because he was further off the ground than usual. He looked down quickly, wondering how he could be so high up and yet not be falling, only to see his own huge body below him. He started and stumbled backwards, quickly steadying himself on a metallic wall behind him. What had happened to him? He must be ten feet tall and his body was nothing like the small skinny frame that usually carried him around. Come to think of it, he was normally dressed in not much more than rags, and now he was in a heavy looking, armoured garment, that despite its size and apparent robustness, was the lightest and most comfortable thing that he had ever worn.
Regaining his balance, Remos moved away from the wall and looked up at it, which gave him a giddy feeling once again, as it disappeared high above him and out of sight. He had no way of guessing how high it was but it fitted with everything around him, as turning, he saw buildings of similar stature. He moved forwards, towards a hand rail, which seemed to be at the edge of a ledge a short distance away. Making sure he had a good grip, he leaned over it to see the view and was astounded at the sight that greeted him. He could see a sprawling city below him but also stretching far above. Buildings of staggering size lifted skywards, in front of him. At the very top of these, he could see what he imagined must be a roof, as it seemed to join all of the buildings together. They were totally enclosed in some sort of cavern, which nonetheless, felt like it was outside. A welcome cool breeze wafted over the ledge that he was standing on and a diffuse light made every detail around him clearly defined.
Where could this be? Certainly nowhere on the planet he had lived on so far; and yet, even as he thought this, he knew it was wrong. This was his planet, but he did not know how he was aware of that.
A violent noise suddenly rent the air apart, shaking his very body. It was like a million roaring Delabian guards, all sounding off their disapproval. The noise filled his ears, rattled in his chest and was gone. Another blast sounded, stark silence and then another, followed by total silence again, with nothing but the memory of the sound still crashing through his head. He became aware that he was gripping the handrails very tightly with his massive arms and that he was shaking.

1 comment:

  1. Goodness! And I thought I was pressed for time!

    Nice excerpt!