5 Questions in 5 Minutes With Jennifer Estep

If you are a fan of Jennifer Estep’s Elemental Assassins ser23492543ies featuring Gin Blanco, then you are in for a treat.  Book 13, Spiders Trap, is awesome, and Jennifer gives us some insight into Gin’s world and what influences her as a writer, below.

If you haven’t read any of the series, the book does stand by itself well, but I always recommend starting with the first one and working your way through.  It will be a binge-reading fest, promise.

Gin battles a powerful enemy in this one, a metal mage, and how he uses his power is interesting and different than the other elemental magic users in the prior books.
It is fun to see how Estep keeps inventing new aspects to her magic system.

Without further delay…Jennifer Estep.

Hi Jennifer:  Welcome to Slippery Words.   I’m going to ask you five questions that are meant to be answered in five minutes.  I’m interested in getting to know you and learning about the Elemental Assassin Series.  Thanks for hanging with me!  I’m a real fan of the series. (And we are going to try to avoid spoilers.)

JE: Thanks for featuring me on your blog. I appreciate it.

SW: The Elemental Assassin series now has thirteen books in it, and you are contracted for one more.  How do you handle writing books in a series and rewarding long-time readers for staying with you, but also make each individual book a stand-alone story so that newbies can pick up one at any time and still follow the narrative?

JE: I really enjoy writing series books because I like following characters from book to book and seeing how they grow and change and how their powers and relationships evolve.

With every book, I try to think about what I can do that I haven’t done before, especially in terms of the villains, their magic, how Gin uses her magic to defeat the villains, and the various settings. I think that helps keep the series fresh for me and hopefully for long-time readers as well. But I also like to include little jokes and references to things that have happened previously in the series, as well as Easter eggs to my other books/series – things that I hope long-time readers will enjoy.

However, I also try to include enough backstory so that folks who haven’t read the series before or maybe haven’t read all the books can follow what’s going on, especially when it comes to the magic and world building.

It can be tough to balance out those two, but I always want to deliver the best book that I can for all the readers out there.

SW: Gin is somewhat of a gray character in that she was clearly an assassin for hire, but now “uses her power for good.”  How are readers supposed synthesize Gin as both a cold-blooded murderer and a savior?

JE: Gin has definitely done a lot of bad things, but one of the main things that drives her actions is her desire to protect her friends and family, which is something that I think we can all relate to, even though these are fantasy books and not reality.

Plus, my fictional city of Ashland is a place that’s so dark, gritty, and corrupt that many times, Gin has to do bad things in order to survive. I like writing about Ashland, but I definitely wouldn’t want to live there. LOL.

SW:  What did you read growing up that influenced your writing later on? What influences you now?

JE: I read pretty widely as a kid – mysteries, westerns, fantasies, romances – and I still read in all those genres as an adult. I probably read what a lot of kids do, including lots of Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Baby-Sitters Club, and Sweet Valley High books, among many others. I also really enjoyed the Wagons West historical western series by Dana Fuller Ross when I was a kid.

No matter what I was reading, I always liked books that had a little bit of everything in them – action, adventure, magic, and danger, romance. Those are the kind of books that I still like to read, and those are the kind of books that I like to write.

SW: How does Gin recommend getting blood out of clothes?  I’ve never had much luck at that.

JE: Oh, I think that Gin gave up on that a long, long time ago. I imagine that she just throws her bloody clothes away (or burns them) and grabs another pair of jeans and a T-shirt out of her closet.

SW: You write a lot of fight scenes. Have you studied martial arts or street fighting techniques so that you can write those accurately?

JE: I have not studied martial arts or street fighting. But I’ve always loved action scenes, whether they are in books, movies, or TV shows. As I’m writing, I often picture an action scene as a movie unspooling in my own mind, and I do my best to bring that to life on the page for readers, whether it’s describing punches or how someone whirls out of the way of an attack or the glint of light on the edge of a knife. I try to include a lot of different sensory elements and descriptions to really make readers feel like they are right there, battling the bad guys with Gin.

JE: Happy reading, everyone!

SW: Thanks for being with SlipperyWords.com, Jennifer!

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Why Do I Write: Challenge from Chuck Wendig

I’ve mentioned in other posts that I started writing at age seven, and that is completely true.  I wrote incessantly for years.

And then stopped.

I became a wife, a mother, an employee. I went to graduate school and learned how to think and write in an academic fashion. And the imagination and fearlessness that had fueled my writing before turned into a stultifying professionalism combined with anxiety, fear, and the feeling that I was never, ever going to be good enough.

I didn’t put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard in any meaningful way until last year.  Just to be clear…I’m 46 years old. It is about 24 years of not writing.

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My oldest child is now eighteen and headed to college.  It made me realize that I’d better start doing something for me, myself, and I, because my kids are growing up and leaving.  Six years from now my youngest heads to college.  Six years used to seem like a long time. Now, it seems like nothing.  My husband and I are already talking about selling the house.

The characters were still talking in my head. So many times I would go for a walk and some great scene would pop up.  I would think, “I need to write that down,” and then wouldn’t.  The voices decided not to continue to stay silent and the need for an outlet grew along with the need to just take care of me.

Eventually, I started writing again.  It took a bit.  I was terrible and hesitant at first. Hesitant writing is bad writing.

I got more brave. I started telling people I was a writer.  I started this blog. I spoke about my writing with my family, even my parents.  I spoke about my writing with other writers.

So now, I ask, why am I writing and why do I write? Because it is really hard and no one who doesn’t love it shouldn’t do it. You have to love it. It has to, at some deep level, make you happy.  And it does.

In the end, I write because it makes me happy to do so.

2nd part of the story with no title! comment–is this a happy tale or a sad one; any more thoughts on the title?

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Second part of the story with no title. Tyler is now age 13.

Reader participation needed…

Should this be a tragic tale? or a happy allegory? Post below. And we still need a title. What does this new chapter do to your original thoughts on the title? 

School wasn’t kind to Tyler.  He couldn’t control his crazy times and the middle school now insisted that he take a lot of medication and that he be in a special class with children who had a lot of trouble learning.  Tyler had no trouble learning, in fact, he was very smart, but the energy in his body would ratchet up and up and up until he had to let it out.  At school, he couldn’t simply go outside, so he sometimes hurt people and broke things.

His mom was on the phone, yet again, with the school. She was crying and begging them to take him back, but they said, no.  Unless he was medicated into a zombie, they could not take him back. He was simply too “disruptive.” He needed a special school or medication per a doctor’s order and the school’s evaluation.

It upset Tyler to hear his mother cry.  She worried about him all the time, and only went to work at the diner when he was in school. If he couldn’t go to school, she couldn’t work. That made him worry more, which made the creepy crawlies start back up and cause his skin to itch and hurt. His brain got confused and his legs needed to run and run and run.

He went outside to his safe place, rule 1, in the long grass in the back of the yard.  He ran around in circles for what felt like hours. He pulled grass and threw it in the sky and watched it rain down. He did this repeatedly, observing how the grass could get caught in the wind and blow away. When he was done, he was tired but instead of sleeping, he remembered rule 2, that he could be anything he wanted to be.

Right now, he wanted to be a tree.

He planted his feet in the earth, digging them into the dirt so it covered his sneakers.  He held his hands out wide and watched the bark encase his body, starting with his feet, rolling up his torso to his shoulders.  The bark stretched out over his arms and his fingers grew leaves. His face was encased in the wood and everything was still.

Birds rested on his shoulders. Squirrels climbed his branches. He was a quiet, strong tree in the long grass.

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Here’s the beginning of a story.  What is this story’s title?  Leave in comments, please!

Tyler knew his father had left him.  His dad also, in the leaving, left his mother, but it was Tyler he was avoiding. Even at age four, he knew this.  Ever since Tyler was born, Tyler had bouts of what his dad called crazy time.  He had tons of excess energy in his body and it needed to get out, so he would lose control and run around the house bumping into the furniture, shelving, dishes or other people.  Anything breakable had to be moved.  He trashed rooms and  emitted blood-curdling screams.

They moved to a rural house without any close-by neighbors to witness the carnage. This improved things because he could go outside as his safe place, as his mom called it.  He could run there and not destroy any household items or hurt other people.  Once the crazy time was over, he would collapse and fall asleep wherever he was, exhausted, but the creepy-crawlies on his skin and the fire inside were gone.

At first these sessions happened once a week or so. Then, every day. This is when his father left. His mother stayed with him and helped him through the crazy times.  First rule, get somewhere safe.

She told him that the crazy times were his to manage and if abided by the first rule, he would  be able to achieve the second rule: He could be anyone he wanted to be.  She wanted to support him and make him understand that even with differences, he could be something special.

Right now, at age nine, he wanted to be a tiger. Not exactly what she meant, but it was what he wanted to be right then.

He was outside at their house, in the way back in the long grass.  He wanted to be a tiger, so he became one. He crouched down and lifted his paw. He stalked the robin, approaching slowly and carefully, using his nose and whiskers to keep track of the bird.  As he approached, the bird hopped away, sensing danger. But it didn’t matter, he was a tiger and tigers are patient and powerful. He got close to the bird, raised his paw, extended his claws, and pounced.  The bird flopped to the ground and the tiger used its right paw to rip its head completely off.  The tiger looked down at the dead bird and watched the organs and blood ooze from its neck.  They weren’t appetizing to him, but he knew that tigers always eat their prey, so he lifted his right paw, brought the bloody remains to his mouth, and sucked each finger clean, one-by-one.

Kevin Hearne is a seriously great writer, and I resent it

I absolutely love the Iron Druid series by Kevin Hearne, and I am not alone.  If you haven’t read the series, then start at the beginning and read them in order.  Staked, the next one is coming out soon-ish.  Here’s a link to Kevin’s page.  Go and buy his stuff.  http://kevinhearne.com/

I’m thinking of going to Phoenix next year for the con just to meet him and some of the other writers that go there…and hey!  Those writers have novellas in Three Slices, Delilah Dawson and Chuck Wendig.  What a coinky-dink.

I have not read Dawson or Wendig’s novellas yet, but I did just finish A Prelude to War, Hearne’s novella leading up to Staked, which is book 8.  And I am sad.  So sad.  Because I don’t know if I can ever, ever write dialogue as well as he does.  The dialogue between Atticus and his Irish Wolfhound, Oberon, is just soooooo good.  Here’s a snippet. Oberon’s part is in the little <> signs.  They are on the plains in Africa, being stalked by something.

< Oh yeah. The fortune-teller. I have a question about that. What if she wakes up at dawn and sees in her magic runes or whatever that she’s going to tell our fortune today except that we get eaten before we get there so that means her schedule is free and then her runes don’t know what to say except “Hey, how about those Broncos?” >

What? Oberon, that is the most bizarre hypothetical ever. She doesn’t even use runes.

< Well, you made me nervous. And you didn’t answer my question. >

The answer is divination doesn’t work like that. It doesn’t tell you that a certain future got canceled and it doesn’t make small talk. If it reveals anything, it reveals the most likely of futures, and that’s always up to interpretation. Even if you get the interpretation right, it can still change due to circumstances. You remember what Master Yoda said about the future?

< It’s always in motion. Difficult to see. >

That’s right. Come on, let’s keep moving, but keep an eye out and your nose in the wind.

< All right, but I still think you should cheat. I don’t want to be a part of the circle of life here. Hey, speaking of which, is this the stretch of Africa where meerkats hang out with warthogs and sing cheerful songs about stress-free living? >

Tell you what. If you see them, I’ll let you join in.

< Aces. >

This is what Hearne does best. He writes laugh-out-loud dialogue and keeps the story moving.  It is just so great…and so disheartening.

I even forgive him for coming to Cleveland, but only on the West Side.  East Side, Kevin, East!  We need visas and shots to go from one side of the city to the other.

(I have writer friends who know Kevin.  Please feel free to share…)

Hearne, Kevin; Dawson, Delilah S.; Wendig, Chuck (2015-05-05). Three Slices (Kindle Locations 170-184).  . Kindle Edition.