I guess we all write based on our personal experiences or on those we have learned about from a variety of sources - friends, journals, other writers, etc.
I always build mine or personal experiences or those of close family members or friends. I find that the intimate knowledge provides an additional layer to the characters.
In this instance, I am about to write a mystery based in South America in the 1430's - before Columbus - and with very sparse historical records. For my characters, I will rely on stories of older South Americans I have heard of (from my great grandparents andgrandparents) plus more recent characters.
Since the history of South America is relatively unknown - when compared to the extensive records for ancient Greece, Persia, Rome, Egypt, etc. For the last three years, the research efforts has been intense and have been primarily based on more recent works and not some of the more 'propganda' type writings of the Spanish historians.
The accounts from the Spanish have had to be used with a TON of salt in most instances. The unfortunate (ror fortunate, I'm not sure) is the plethora of new discoveries over the last fifty years.
With these in hand, the daaily life of the Inca (pre expansion) can be developed.
For this novel, I have developed the characters to be both integral to the mystery while, at the same time, enacting their roles in the building of a vast empire in less than a hundred years. While it may have been lucky, I believe that it took a very strong group of characters that wcould develop an emire that stretched the length of South America.
Imagine a road system that rivalled Rome's. An economic model that has not been rivalled since in its prosperty and even handedness.
Yet this was anation with problems. Ambitions. Prjudices. Fault lines ath appeared everytime it expanded.
So the Characters had to be developed to reflect the birth of this empire.
Tomorrow - the Main Characters
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
The beginning
I have always written. Primarily my line of work required me to make boring subject matter interesting. There is not much that can be exciting to the general public in the Financial Services or Information Technology books unless you are a part of those fields or it directly affects your pocketbook.
However, because I am a habitual journal keeper, I have always wanted to pen and record what I have seen in my travels.
I hope that some of it will be of interest to others and some of it may assist others to make the journey through life with a little more peace than I have.
This journey began in South America.
I was six and can remember the images vividly.
I was on a farm owned by my grandfather. namryck was the name of the farm and it had been owned by Dutch Settlers in the 1600s. It was now owned b a sixty-year-old Chinese/African/Wai Wai Indian who had worked for twenty years to pay for this farm on the Essequibo river.
The smell of the smoke from the fire place, the smell of the duck being roasted and the smell of noodles are some of the forst memories I have. I suppose that explains my fondness for duck to this day.
It is childhoiod memories of those villages in South America, the indian villages and the running rivers and streams that I now long for again.
A time long gone, but that may return through my writing and future travels.
I hope so.
Come join the hourney, if you'd like. I promise to take you to places that will soon become familiar to you
Michael
However, because I am a habitual journal keeper, I have always wanted to pen and record what I have seen in my travels.
I hope that some of it will be of interest to others and some of it may assist others to make the journey through life with a little more peace than I have.
This journey began in South America.
I was six and can remember the images vividly.
I was on a farm owned by my grandfather. namryck was the name of the farm and it had been owned by Dutch Settlers in the 1600s. It was now owned b a sixty-year-old Chinese/African/Wai Wai Indian who had worked for twenty years to pay for this farm on the Essequibo river.
The smell of the smoke from the fire place, the smell of the duck being roasted and the smell of noodles are some of the forst memories I have. I suppose that explains my fondness for duck to this day.
It is childhoiod memories of those villages in South America, the indian villages and the running rivers and streams that I now long for again.
A time long gone, but that may return through my writing and future travels.
I hope so.
Come join the hourney, if you'd like. I promise to take you to places that will soon become familiar to you
Michael
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