Showing posts with label Magic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Magic. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Magic In The Mechanical Room
"I use magic, in some ways, as a metaphor for technology. For example, I have these sisters who have books called Journey Books, and they can communicate using these Journey Books. When they write something in one, it appears magically in its twin, and the person who's carrying the twin can return messages in the same manner. It's email! Big deal... I use magic as a metaphor for freedom. The use of magic is the exertion of freedom to be one's best..."
-Terry Goodkind (author of the Sword of Truth series / aka Legend of the Seeker)
I love magic. To me, science has always been a form of magic. I remember playing a PC game called Arcanum and in this game you were a wandering traveler set in the Industrial Revolution era. From the start, you chose if you would be someone that used magic heavily or someone that relied heavily on technology. If you chose magic you would have to learn schools of spells and pick a specific school to specialize in. If you chose technology then you would have to study a specific field such as Explosives, Gun Smithy, Smithy, etc. The way the developers did it, however, was done in such a way that even the technological schools and disciplines seemed magical, and this is how I like magic to be.
I believe there is magic in everything. The Mechanical Room has several magical races in it:
Dwarves
Gnomes
Pixies
Fairies
Sprites
Dryads
Imps
Gremlins
Shadow Stalkers
Cat People
I tend to think very practical like Terry Goodkind. For instance, one chapter I write in first person because the character is addressing his journal (think Captain Kirk from Star Trek- "Captain's Log. Star Date...."). A few of his officers rush into his study chambers and begin arguing over who should speak first. To settle matters, he creates a Turn Sphere. In order to use a Turn Sphere you must place a personal possession inside of the glowing magical sphere. Then, it will rotate at rapid speeds and whichever object shoots out first determines the order of turns. It's dice! Big deal! I'm dealing with magically endowed beings who live and breath this stuff everyday and so they must come up with practical uses for their gifts, and it has to be something we can relate to.
Often times in mythological stories the average person would behold something that they could not understand fully and so they tried to explain it as best they could. Their explanations tended to be very fantastical. Some people saw tall men and women and so they called them giants, or shorter individuals and they called them dwarfs, etc.
There is magic everywhere and in everything. When creating The Cat People in my book, I simply referenced my cat Sam. If I looked at him through the programmed eyes I would have a label for every thing he did and every part of him. If I looked at him through eyes that had never seen such a creature before, then suddenly he is magical and has special powers like incredible agility, night vision, and super reflexes.
I try to make my magic believable by basing it on what already is. The magic, or science, is not the center focus of the story. The magic simply helps move the story along just as the characters do. My focus tends to be on emotion... touching the human emotion through these characters I create. There is magic everywhere and in everything.
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Cat People,
Dryads,
Dwarfs,
Explosives,
Fairies,
Giants,
Gremlins,
Imps,
Magic,
Nevada Wolf,
Pixies,
Shadow Stalkers,
Smithy,
Sprites,
Terry Goodkind,
The Mechanical Room,
Turn Sphere
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wonderful Prose
"It was early spring, and the night was cool but not chilly. There was a fragrance in the air, washing down over the city from the high meadows in the mountain behind Riva and mingling with peat smoke and the salty tangy sea."
- David Eddings' Castle of Wizardy: Book Four of The Belgariad
Wonderful prose! One of my favorite descriptive passages from Eddings' series and this book. I know it is not unusual for a writer to be his or her own worst critic. I happen to like a lot of what I write or otherwise I wouldn't write it... right? Right, well of course there are times when I get frustrated and seem unable to find the right words to describe the scene I have in my mind and in my imagination. Usually I will then take a short break, take some conscious breaths, and sit in my setting without the stress of trying to describe it to someone.
If you really think about it we do this as human beings everyday practically. Take a look around your current setting/environment and what do you see? An office? An apartment? A bedroom? A park? A cave? Whatever it may be, we see it and sit in it but hardly take the time to appreciate it. Can you describe your setting? Can you describe your setting with your eyes closed?
I know a few friends and family members who are writing but find trouble with this. For me it is particularly challenging because my worlds and settings are not real and in fact stretch the limits of ones imagination. Making it real and believable is as simple to me as touching back on some of those memories of places I'd visited as a small child, when everything was new and mysterious, and conjuring up that feeling:
John and the others awakened to the callings of the forest creatures along with the rising of the sun. The morning dew did not penetrate the home of Waya but instead gave a hint of moisture in the air. Within the towering sequoia tree was a sweet smell of wood and sap that provided a feeling of peace and protection. Gawonisgi advised them to set out early so that they made it to the Starlight Queendom in time to catch the officials. He said that they were diurnal in nature like most magically endowed beings.
-The Mechanical Room by Nevada Wolf
This is one of my favorite pieces of prose from my book The Mechanical Room. I conjured up old memories of waking up in my great grandmother's home (may she rest in peace) on the weekend with daylight breaking through. When I combined this memory with the memories of being in what seemed like a forest in her backyard (when it was actually just a backyard) and sprinkled it with a bit of magic... that was how I got my scene, and to me it was perfect.
I may not know what peat smoke is, but I know what smoke is and I can use my imagination for the rest. Many might not know what a sequoia tree is (especially those outside of California), but I bet they know what a tree is and the imagination does the rest. I try not to get caught up too much on writing for others and instead I write for myself, and what sparks warmth in my heart may touch the hearts of others around the world if I am lucky.
Happy Holidays to everyone!
Labels:
Creative Writing,
David Eddings,
Forest,
Imagination,
John Noah,
Magic,
Memories,
Mountain,
Nevada Wolf,
Prose,
Sequoia,
The Mechanical Room
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