Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Dean Mayes

A while back I had the pleasure of meeting Dean Mayes at a writers' fair in Adelaide, and was blown away when he offered me a feature for myself and my book, The Order's Experiments on his blog. Since then I have had the pleasure of reading and finishing Dean's latest book Gifts of the Peramangk and couldn't resist doing a return feature of Dean and his work.



Australian author Dean Mayes has established himself as a writer of great literary style and dedication since the release of his first novel "The Hambledown Dream" in 2010. He continues that tradition with his landmark new release "Gifts of the Peramangk" for Central Avenue Publishing. Dean lives in Adelaide, Australia with his wife Emily and their two children Xavier, 6 and Lucy, 3.

Aside from writing and fatherhood, Dean is also a practicing nurse, but his love of writing has been cultivated from a young age.

I first discovered my love of creative writing when I was in primary school - around Grade 3. I often credit my then teacher, Mrs. Furnell, for being the motivator behind it. She used to challenge me in creative writing exercises which I sucked at for the longest time. But one day, I produced this really cool short piece about a soldier at war in the jungle and I remember articulating his fear which impressed Mrs. Furnell enough that she awarded me the coveted Purple Dragon sticker. Those stickers were really hard to get so it was no small achievement. From then on, I have weaved in and out of my writing life - trying to achieve the Holy Grail of writing a novel.

Which he did achieve a few years ago when he published his first novel The Hambledown Dream

The Hambledown Dream was born out of a fascination I had (and still have) with the idea of reincarnation and the possibilities that throws up in terms of story telling. In the beginning I had this vision of a story that was predicated on the idea of what if a good and kind person, with the world at their feet and everything to live for was suddenly cut down. What if they had the chance to come back, but they came back in the body of a person who is duplicitous and mean? From there I played around with ideas of how to tie these two people together and very soon, the story evolved with the guitar and a romantic sub plot that became an important part of the whole.



Australian Denny Banister had it all; a successful career, a passion for the guitar, and Sonya - the love of his life. Tragically, Denny is struck down with inoperable cancer. Andy DeVries has almost nothing; alienated from his family, moving through a dangerous Chicago underworld dealing in drugs, battling addiction while keeping a wavering hold on the only thing that matters to him: a place at a prestigious conservatory for classical guitar in Chicago.
As Andy recovers from a near fatal overdose, he is plagued by dreams - memories of a love he has never felt, and a life he's never lived. Driven by the need for redemption any by the love for a woman he's never met, he begins a quest to find her, knowing her only by the memories of a stranger and the dreams of a place called Hambledown.


However when I met Dean he was still fresh from publishing his latest work, Gifts of the Peramangk. A wonderful novel I recently read and can say was an engageing and well written work. 

I wanted to tell an under dog story about an Aboriginal family living in modern day Australia. I wanted to explore the idea of a child prodigy, who lives in abject poverty, overcoming the odds and succeeding. I also wanted to understand Aboriginal history and the policies of the past which have deeply affected Aboriginal Australians today. It was a huge learning curve for me but I am so glad that I took the challenge.

As you've probably guessed, that prodigy is gifted at the violin, so I asked Dean if he too played an instrument.

I play piano - badly (laughs here) - and I am actually pretty handy with a piano accordian. I have a deep love of music, which has been influenced by my parents, so I wanted to explore music in the literary sense and make it a character in my novels.





In 1950s Australia, during the height of the divisive White Australia Policy, Virginia, a young Aboriginal girl is taken from her home and family and put to work on an isolated, outback station, in the cruelest of conditions. Her only solace: the violin, taught to her in secret by a kind-hearted white woman - the wife of the abusive station owner. However, Virginia's prodigious musical gift cannot save her from years of hardship, abuse, and racism.
Decades later, her eight year old granddaughter, Ruby, plays the violin with a passion Virginia once possessed. Amidst abject poverty, domestic violence and social dysfunction, Ruby escapes her circumstance through her practice, with her grandmother's frail, guiding hand. Ruby’s zeal attracts the attention of an enigmatic music professor, and with his help, Ruby embarks on an incredible journey of musical discovery that will culminate in a once in a life time chance for a brighter future. But with two cultural worlds colliding, her gift and her ambition will be threatened by deeply ingrained distrust, family jealousies and tragic secrets that will define her very identity.


Gifts of the Peramangk not only fictionally explores these themes engagingly, but with acuracy. Dean states he spent a lot of time on political research to shape his story with historial acuracy. 

Gifts of the Peramangk was a two and a half year project all told, though there were periods of time when I wasn't working on it at all. Half of that time was wholly devoted to research - studying the history of the White Australia Policy and case studies of the Stolen Generations. I also made a number of field trips to the Adelaide Hills, the University precinct on Adelaide's North Terrace and the Northern suburbs which feature heavily in the novel. And of course there was the musical elements - particularly the violin - which I was only casually acquainted with prior to the novel. I myself am not an Aboriginal Australian so I needed to really understand them as a people before I could commit them to the written page. I constantly worried about whether I was doing the right thing in terms of treating them with respect but I had a small group of very good people whom I discussed the project with as I was writing it - including Aboriginal Australians - and they were invaluable in their advice and their support.

The Hambledown Dream took a lot less time, due in part to the fantasy driven aspects of the novel which required more of my imagination rather than hard research. I think that project took around 18 months in total.

I asked Dean more about his first novel, The Hambledown Dream, and what personal influences he wrote in, he said,

Of my two published works, there is no doubt that Hambledown is the more personal and one can find a lot of me in it. In crafting the dual protagonists of Denny Banister and Andy DeVries, I drew upon myself, exploring the dark and light sides of myself and I attributed many characteristics to both characters. Even now, I kinda cringe when I read the novel because I really did pour a lot of my dark side into Andy - especially in the earlier chapters.

Currently Gifts of the Peramangk is on the rise. It's up for voting on the Good Reads list of best Modern Australian Literature and gaining more publicity by the day. I asked Dean where he was going to go from here.

Though I am taking some time off over the Christmas and New Year period, already I am working on some ideas for a new story which I hope to start in early 2013. So I guess a third novel is definitely an aspiration I have firmly bedded down.

Gifts of the Peramangk is a great read, I personally look forward to reading The Hambletown Dreamer, but if you're interested in Dean or any of his works, please look to the links below.

AUTHOR LINKS:
http://www.deanfromaustralia.com
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dean-Mayes-The-Hambledown-Dreamer/263088081779
http://www.twitter.com/Hambledown_Road
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3337737.Dean_Mayes
http://www.amazon.com/Dean-Mayes/e/B004795XX4





Saturday, December 22, 2012

Character Profile

Character - Kedana
From - The Order's Experiments

At first glance, as a plot tool, Kedana is a symbolic character for the development of Fallen. After Kyra first instigates Fallen's change towards being more human, Kedana is able to continue Kyra's work to help Fallen regain his humanity, such as calling him Sorric rather than Fallen. She is symbolic of all the good of his past, so in accepting her he starts to make peace with what he lost. However outside of Fallen she is still her own person. She's academic, a day dreamer, spiritual, humble, self composed and learnt piano from her family. She admired Fallen's mother and became an adopted member of the cultural Fallen family through being tattooed and taught as a child by Sorrally. Through this she is also able to continue the culture of the Fallen family, making her even more necessary to Sorric Fallen's development. She also acts as the 'normal' influence, she has an understanding of the outside world, while, like most teenagers, feels separated from it and akward. She uses Sanctuary to over come these feelings of alienation.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Comfortable Writing



They said Archimedes came up with his greatest idea in the bath, the relaxation allowed him to think clearest, ever since I came across this image on Tumblr I wanted to try it. Sometimes our best thoughts come when we are under pressure to come up with them, but other times just being relaxed and writing in your most comfortable environment is the key. If something puts you in the zone to write, do it, if you think something will put you in the zone to write, try it, if nothing else that bath looks comfortable.

Friday, December 14, 2012

Roses in Tatters


Roses in the ice and girls on the roof tops.
Fall for me and descend,
fire and water and love upon strife
find me in a bloody, wet, red frame
and wear me on your sleeve.

It spreads.
Books in tatters and stars at the ball
scattered in glowing, dancing pairs.
Their wards in shatters,
glinting, sharp glass on the floor.

Masks made of gold, and tears of silver
dip in the sea of bronze.

I am perfect,
I am shattered.

- M. Eichmann

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Writing Resources

On Tumblr a while back I found a great link for writing pages online. See the link below and see what works for you!
102 Resources for Writing Fiction

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Character Profile

Character - Sorric Fallen
From - The Order's Experiments

Born into an unconventional old family Fallen was given an educated but sheltered upbringing. He lost his home when he was six years old and ran away to the streets before joining the Order almost ten years later.
Fallen has a cold unforgiving nature and tries to avoid human contact on survivor's principle. His mentality is clear and focused and he takes extra care to keep it so, keeping memories of his happy childhood firmly locked away. He describes his mind often as a fire where distracting memories are burnt so he can stay focused. He is strategic, quiet and determined with a slight superiority complex he constantly attempts to keep in check. He rarely expresses himself however through the corse of the novel his attitudes begin to change. Through coming into the Order he is forced to face his lost childhood, and grow to accept his past.

Take a Look -

Recently a great author, Dean Mayers, writer of Gifts of the Peramangk and the Hambledown Dream did a feature of my work on his blog. Please check it out and while your there check out some of Dean's great stuff. He's a wonderful author and has been of great help to me recently in a lot of social media. His latest work, Gifts of the Peramangk, is available at Barns and Noble , Kobo books, Angus and Robertson , and at Amazon.
He's well worth a look so check out his blog here!

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Lisa’s an Alien


In McDonald’s café Hindley Street Lisa is sitting and sipping a coffee she can’t remember ordering, wondering if she’s an alien. In the table across from her Emma is wondering why her boyfriend is obsessed with Texas cowboys. Her brother, Brendon, is in the seat next to her, wondering what his sister was thinking about and if the hot lady with the vague blue eyed expression drinking coffee could see him.
Markus is wondering if Lisa has noticed he’s there. Emma has just realised Markus is there. Brendon is running his fingers through his brown hair trying to get Lisa to notice him.
The girl at the counter is counting sheep in her head.
Brendon has just realised he went to primary school with the girl at the counter. Markus is contemplating whether to say hi to Lisa. Emma is wondering whether she should call her boyfriend. Lisa is thinking about the sunset in Titanic.
A gang of Girl Scouts has just walked into McDonald’s. The girl in the front remembers Brendon from when he dressed up as a Texas cowboy. Emma just remembered her brother had dressed up as a Texas Cowboy when he first met her boyfriend. Markus wonders if he turned the charm on the girl at the counter he might get a coffee half price. Lisa has just realised she’s drinking coffee and almost spits it over the table. Brendon is trying to figure out who’s better looking, Lisa or the girl at the counter from primary school. Markus decides against turning the charm on the girl at the counter because Lisa is better looking, and wonders why Lisa is drinking coffee. Emma has taken out her phone.
The girl scouts are getting hot chocolate; the girl in front wants to take a photo of Lisa. Brendon decides Lisa is better looking, but she has a strange expression on her face and is looking at her coffee, he wonders if the girl at the counter spat in it.
Lisa has just noticed the Girl Scouts. Emma is heard on her phone, her boyfriend is gay. Emma is looking at Markus again. The Girl Scout in front is wondering if she should try selling Lisa some cookies. Brendon is wondering if his sister’s boyfriend is in love with him. Emma has just put two and two together and is staring at her brother. Lisa wonders what it would be like to be a cat. The Girl Scout decides against selling Lisa cookies. Lisa accidentally takes another sip of coffee. Markus goes over to see Lisa. Lisa accidentally spits her coffee over Markus. Brendon runs from his sister’s murderous gaze to help out.
Lisa thinks Brendon is hot. Emma buys cookies from the Girl Scouts.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

On Publishing and Formatting


Okay, so I am a self published author, that means I have to take charge of my editing, which is fine. But here's a world or warning, to all authors going through a paid self-publishing company, watch their formatting!!!!

My book is finished and on the market, but as I look through mistakes like places where a sentence starts on a new line, but not a new paragraph have turned into several small paragraphs in the finished book. In my version, they are all one paragraph, and should have remained so. So check their formatting vigorously! In a few specific sections of the book, which I thankfully picked up on, there were parts were random letters, Ts and Js, showed up in the words. We went through this several times trying to fix it and thankfully I think we got all them out, but now I'm finding more things that I missed.

I was in school at the time, doing year 11, all I wanted was my book done so I could be a happy author and focus on my secondary studies, but I can tell you, right now I wish I had taken the time to sit down properly and re-read the entire thing, slowly and word for word. 

For you all aspiring authors out there, believe me, it's worth it to sit down and read through your book properly several time. After you've finished, after your editor's been through it, after your second and third editors have been through it, and after it's been sent to the publishing agency and formatted for printing. Believe me, it's a horrible feeling to open your book and see formatting errors as you read your finished piece. 

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Character Profile


Character - Kyra

From The Order's Experiments.


Born to a secret underworld organisation she ran away when she was nine years old to live on the streets. She's spirited, loving, animalistic, strong and independent, with a survivor's complex and drive. She's determined and thirsts for humanity, she values freedom and self-reliance and will often struggle to ask for help.
Throughout the book she shows her ability to carry herself upright through difficult situation. Despite having an animalistic, spirited nature, she handles it well with discipline. She misses the streets as she is pulled further into the Order, missing the freedom she once had.

School and Creativity



ted.com

I love this video, not to put down great subjects like math, science and english (especially english) and people who are good at them, but its great to think about schooling in this different way. Like many Ted talks, it's just very interesting. This guy Ken Robinson has done several books on finding talent and is great to watch.

Inspired Eyes of Simple


In morning glow
the breeze of mind
clean as new paper, 
her eye.

Through the window see
through the window blind
inspired eye of a mind.

Inken shapes swim
through the emptiness white
whale’s song echos
through music of mind.

In tunnels of dreams
and colours of mind
creatures from deeper
glow strangest true.

Perspective simple
in dance of mind
and simple inspire
from lullabies.

Whispers from shadows
glow within shadows
in new light river
the stones of eye.

Her eyes see simple
yet eyes are far from
in simplest feeling
reflections inspire.


Written 2010 in an english classroom, to me this is the first real poem I ever wrote, I was completely focused and scribbling so quick. This poem was seen by a poet-in-residence at my school who then helped me put together my first anthology, A Castle in the Mirror. It was a complete chance. Poetry is still going strong in many literary circles, so don't ignore it!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The Order's Experiments





She flung her eyes open. She felt the sweat on her brow and upper lip. Her mind was frantic. She couldn’t stay here. She sprinted silently over the sleeping trainees and into the bathroom. There, she washed her face in the basin and tried to hold herself, gripping her own arms tightly and heaving with her own breath. She ran water through her hair. She wouldn’t go back to sleep, and she wouldn’t slack out and take Falcain’s drops so she walked out into the hall.
Déjà vu, she thought as she walked through the passageways. She often heard movement and work behind doors as she went. Always somebody awake in this place, she thought. She came to the playground and stood on the edge of the platform. She wasn’t crying or feeling excessively upset, just on edge and a little scared. She closed her eyes, leant forward and felt her body fall off the platform.
The air rushed up to greet her flushed skin. It streamed through her hair and penetrated the soft cotton of her top, waking almost every inch of her skin. Her body had somersaulted when she first fell then settled into a flat out, face down and peaceful sleep pose. She didn’t even open her eyes as she changed.
Her feet came forward under her. She bent in her elbows and readied her body. She manipulated her fall. She slid her body left and right, avoiding beams. It was perfect. She didn’t think, didn’t worry, she was in control. She angled herself into the free-falls, sliding across the metal and being flung back up into the air. Then the chain found her hand and she swung continuing on course. It was like being swept away in a dance. The moves flowed from her like the streaming water from a creek after a good rain. Then she found her last free-fall. She flew silently through the air seeming to defy her body’s weight. Then the last chain came between her fingers and she gripped it as it did a small circle and tried to find its balance again. Her eyes now open she looked out at the view.
The chain looked gold in the light, was smooth and looked polished to shine. She rested her head against it. Reds and golds shimmered through the playground against a backdrop of silvers and blues. It glittered and shone like a city at late dusk. She missed so much, she wished for the sun, the air, the city roof tops, yet her mind was quiet.
She didn’t even glance as Jairus sat on the platform next to her. - pg 111

 - This is My first novel, published mid 2012. A young adult science fiction, action, drama with dystopian themes, it follows a small part of the lives of two teenagers named Sorric Fallen, who usually goes by Fallen, and Kyra, a girl with no last name. They live on the streets, sleeping in alleyways and hiding from police, fighting gangs and struggling for food, until a secret organisation asks Fallen to join them. Kyra was born into this organisation and goes in with him, into a world of fighting and violence and pain. 

Available at

- http://www.xlibris.com.au/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx?bookid=501026
and online bookstores

Hello!

Hi everyone, this is the first post of the blog, honestly I am terrified, so I hope this doesn't disappoint!

About me and my work -

I am currently 17 years old, and a student, in year twelve next year, (yes I am terrified), but I am also an young author with one book published, The Order's Experiments. It isn't bad, for my first try at this gig not to mention my age, I'm pretty happy, but one day I hope to release a second addition, which I can really be proud of.

I started writing it when I was thirteen and published it halfway through this year when I was seventeen, I have no doubts my style will grow and change from here on out too, so hopefully there's still a lot more still to come. I write poetry, novels, short stories and am hoping to write some plays too, I am doing Drama next year to help with that.

I also love reading, archery, bush walking, snorkeling, some embarrassing TV shows (yeah, like you only like the good ones), and drawing. If you met me in the streets you would probably think I am mad, as I often take my characters around with me in my head and talk aloud as I play out scenes from my work in my mind, though I am told many authors do this so I am not seeking therapy yet. Although I may need it on account of my obsession with journals and pens, but that isn't going to happen either. Making homemade journals is another hobby I might take up, I have made two before, and my latest one is pretty cool, so that might be fun.

I am a firm believer in Einstein's quote - 'Imagination id more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world.' - however am fascinated by much of the knowledge that's put there in the world, knowledge, thoughts and ideas. I believe the world is full of potential geniuses too, and can't wait to get out and meet them.

In this blog -

I hope to explore ideas on writing, and other topics of interest, in the hope of being liked, challenged and debated. Let me know what you think of my work, I welcome criticism as wall as praise from anyone, and I hope you like my blog!

- Meg