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… and why they are the best thing that has ever happened to my training.
By David A. Rowe
I hate tournaments. I really do. I hate sloppy fencing. I hate ugly form. I hate awful judging. I hate crappy attitudes. I hate silly drama. And I really hate the politics. Most of all, I hate losing. I’ve lost because I was tired and exhausted. I’ve lost due to bad judging. And I’ve lost because the other fencer outclassed me.
What I really hate is losing to the guy who is better at playing the game than me. Everyone knows who I’m talking about; he’s the guy who probably never drills, has probably never seen a manual, let alone read one. He’s good because he’s an athlete. He wins not because he is a better martial artist, and not because he has a better grasp…
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This weekend was Fantasycon, at the Royal York Hotel. Scare stories abounded in the days leading up to it about horrific bar prices, therefore caches of white wine were secured. After five and a half hours of driving it was a welcome sight, more glamorous and less bijou than the Albion in Brighton. It was good to catch up with Anne-Mhairi Simpson, Tales of Eve editor at Fox Spirit and my roomie for the weekend, and also Karen and Ewan Davies. The room was nice, very nice: all fluffy bath robes, sparkling mineral water, heart shaped chocolates and comfy slippers. They also gave us a double rather than twin beds…I later wondered if we’d ended up with the honeymoon suite by some accident.
On Saturday morning I took part in my first ever panel, and it combined my two loves: fencing and writing. The title was ‘The Pen vs the Sword’ and featured Adrian Tchaikovsky, author of the Shadows of the Apt series as well as KDF member, Juliet McKenna, author and Aikido blackbelt, Clifford Beale, historical fantasy writer and former member of the Sussex Sword Academy, and yours truly. Marc Aplin, who kindly invited me to participate was not available as moderator so David Thomas Moore stepped into the role at the last minute. He did a great job, and I’m sure being a keen LARPer helped a lot.
It was so much fun.Looking out over a sea of enthusiastic faces didn’t fill me with the dread I expected, these people were here to talk about swords and fighting, and I was happy to do so too.
What I particularly liked was the opportunity to compare eastern with western martial arts, to tackle some of the horrid sword fighting myths and tropes that often pop up in fiction and on screen. There were also some brilliant questions from the audience at the end.
I brought a bag of toys with me, from greatsword to bowie knife, and just as Clifford and I squared up to do some rapier demonstration we got kicked out of the hall. Not to be deterred, we dragged all the kit into the auditorium and invited the audience along, most of whom stayed to ask more questions and request demonstrations from the four of us. We did dagger disarms, how to tackle a choke from behind, how to wield a greatsword in a tight space, why heroes shouldn’t wear their swords on their backs when they want to draw them for a fight, the mechanics of a lunge, what to do if you can’t draw your sword in a confined space, dagger vs spear and many more. Everyone seemed to enjoy the demonstrations and discussion, and a few remained after the HOUR of impromptu workshop to study and handle some of the weapons.
I did manage to track down guest of honour Charlaine Harris the following day to apologise, as I discovered that she was being interviewed by Adele Wearing straight after we left and not only was she competing with the clanging of steel but some people were unable to get to the room due to the press of bodies watching the sword demo. So my apologies to all those affected too. Charlaine was wonderful about it though, and very approachable.
Panel done it was time to relax and enjoy the rest of the con. A nice beer and a catch up with David Murray, my coauthor, in the pub next door was very welcome. Left with lots of ideas and inspiration, writing batteries charged and ready to go. So thanks for that David. After a pork pie we went to a couple of panels:
“Beyond Grimdark”, featured Jen Williams, Adrian Tchaikovsky, James Oswald, and Martin Taylor, with David Moore moderating. Here it was noted that Grimdark has become ubiquitous. I remember when it was called Fantasy Noir, which I prefer. I was left thinking that Grimdark reflects the morality of the characters, more than the setting. Bad things happen to good people and vice versa. Are we tired of Grimdark yet? I don’t think so. Although where Grimdark fails is when authors paint a bleak picture just for scenery rather than affecting the plot. James Oswald made the keen observation that a lot of writers nowadays have also played RPGs at some time in their life, and anyone who’s played those knows the characters rarely do what’s expected of them.
“She ain’t heavy she’s my sister” was panelled by Roz Kaveney (moderator), Anne-Mhairi Simpson, Den Patrick, Charlaine Harris and Glenda Larke. The topic being the lack of female friendships in fiction. We’ve got Sam and Frodo, Sherlock and John, Aragorn and Boromir…where are the Thelmas and Louises? It was hard to find examples that pass the Bechdel test. There were some awkward pauses where people seemed to be trying to think of stuff to say, but the sad truth could have been summed up quite simply – with the majority of fantasy writers to date being male, female friendships independent of male protagonists often just aren’t relevant to the plot. It definitely made me think about my own writing, and how to portray female interaction without it revolving around male agency.
Later in the evening I attended the Super Relaxed Fantasy Club, which is normally held in London by Den Patrick and Jen Williams. Despite living in the south it’s been impossible for me to get to these so I was pleased to listen to some readings. My favourite was Laura Lam’s introduction to her upcoming novel, False Hearts. It’s about the separation of conjoined twins, a fascinating topic in itself. Set in a near future, it deals with ideals of perfection, trust issues and close relationships. Very moving stuff. I also heard an extract from Ed Cox’s weird and dark debut, The Relic Guild. Emma Newman’s Between Two Thorns was very funny indeed and we all got treated to Emma’s superb narration skills.
The evening was the obligatory Fantasycon disco. Each time I was asked to dance I made the excuse of needing to finish my drink first. I never found the courage in the end, and snuck outside to chat with the smokers where I was pleasantly surprised to bump into Helena Stroud, whose partner Dave Rawlings runs London Longsword Academy. Not even knowing Helena was a writer it was a great first encounter.
Sunday late morning was a good hour or so of groaning and feeling sorry for myself in a comfy chair. A full fat coke and a bar of chocolate later and I was ready to face the British Fantasy Awards. Tales of Eve and Fox Spirit were both up for nominations – Best Anthology and Best Small Press respectively. We didn’t win, but it was thrilling to be nominated, and we got the biggest cheer.
As I left a very smartly dressed American gentleman came and shook my hand, and said that the sword fighting panel was ‘the highlight of the weekend’. I thanked him, tried to read his name badge but it was tucked behind his lapel. Yes, this was one of those terrifying moments when you realise the person you are talking to you is important but you can’t quite put a finger on why. “I’m terribly sorry,” I said, not wanting to offend “but what’s your name?” He drew up to his full height “My name,” he said “Is Larry Rostant.” Only the bloody guest of honour and cover artist GRRM’s A Song of Ice and Fire books, to name but a few. Face, meet palm.
It was very well run, and the new venue was great. I’m very grateful to Lee Harris and the organisers; to Lydia Gittins, Chloe Yates, Marguerite Kenner, Alasdair Stuart, Ruth Booth and all the Redcloaks, AKA Team Awesome, who made the magic happen. I made lots of new friends, and met several online buddies for the first time. Looking forward to the next one!
It all ended on a very sad note, however. Graham Joyce, billed as the Master of Ceremonies, was unable to attend due to his health, and I was deeply shocked to hear of his death yesterday after a long battle with cancer. My memories of him are alternately hilarious and touching. He was a very cheeky soul and a brilliant, engaging writer. I’m honoured and glad to have spent some brief moments in his company.
Last weekend I spent at Edgelit2, a SFF writing convention at Derby Quad. In the lead up to the event I was pleased to find fellow writer and fighter Jo Thomas would be there. She suggested we had a spar and I couldn’t resist (there died my attempt to travel light). On arrival I soon found the Fox Spirit skulk, er, skulking in the shade with cool drinks. It was great to meet up with everyone, some for the first time in the flesh. Tweetups are rather like your imaginary friends coming to life, wonderful.
Emma Newman‘s workshop: how to overcome your fear of writing, was great. In all honesty I didn’t think it applied to me all that much, I have no trouble throwing words down on paper. But it did get rather deep and interesting and I had my Damascus moment when I was in there. It was a real wake up call and has made me feel a lot better about my own writing process.
After this, with a full 4 hours of sleep, half day of travel and not enough to eat under my belt, I attended a joint launch: Spacewitch, an exciting new publishing project from Del Lakin-Smith, and also Fox Spirit’s booklaunch for Noir Carnival. There were two tantalising readings from Chloe Yates and James Bennet. I gorged on nibbles and some uh-may-zing cupcakes from Muthafudger. With my much-fondled contributor copy of Piracy in my hand I got some signatures, and was asked for mine on several occasions – a very pleasant trade.
Lunch was two bags of crisps and a pint of cider shandy (you can see the nutrition kind of going in a downward spiral, I didn’t want to miss anything), chewing the fat with Celyn Armstrong, Jen Williams, Andrew Reid, Adele Wearing, Jo Thomas and Adam Christopher. Soon after I attended a panel called Digital Age: How Has the Internet Changed Writing?
with Andrew Hook, Emma Newman, Adam Christopher and Jennifer Williams. The path of publication took up much of the discussion, mostly in emphasising that no two writers reach that stage in the same way. Emma, Jen and Adam all followed non-conventional routes that circumvented the slushpile. When the topic became Twitter, things got fascinating: by the degrees of separation involved and how social media has completely changed the way readers and writers interact. It was an interesting talk, but the room was very warm… and I hadn’t had a lot of sleep, and…
When I woke up I went for a nice lunch with the Fox Spirit team. We later headed back for the rambunctious and raucous raffle hosted by Sarah Pinborough and Conrad Williams. I didn’t win anything but the prizes were all completely covetable, even if I will not be able to look at some of the titles in quite the same way ever again.
After some time to refresh at the bar, Ruth Booth and I then made our way to the quiz. All other times I’ve attended these things at cons I’ve been a poor team member, with little knowledge on the subject matter. We joined forces with Anne Lyle, Gaie Sebold and David Gullen to form ‘The Cardinals Blades’ (at Anne’s suggestion owing to our mutual preoccupation with sharp lengths of steel, David being our nominal Cardinal). Imagine my surprise when we came second, and divvied out a lovely set of signed books as our prizes.
The rest of the evening was passed in the hotel bar, I would have stayed out later but I remembered that I had a fight in the morning and made my excuses. Carousing can go too far you know. Sunday morning Jo and I found a nice duelling ground by the canal and spent a while getting back in touch with our inner smallswordists. I’ve been on the bench for a while with tennis elbow so that’s about as much as I can bear on my right arm at the moment. We later switched to bowie knives (my preferred weapon of the two I have to say). I was thrilled when Ruth Booth came along to watch, and even agreed to an impromptu lesson. She picked up a lot very quickly and seemed to be enjoying herself, she’s looked into HEMA classes near where she lives so I wish her all the best if she chooses to pursue the practice.
It’s a great con, just the right size and period of time. The venue was really comfortable and easy to navigate, within easy reach of the station and nearby hotels. Friendships were made and renewed, plus I got some fighting in for the first time in weeks so I was very happy.
Edgelit3? I certainly hope to be there.
Not blogged for a very long time, I apologise for that. The upside is that I actually have something to talk about, and seeing as this is a place to talk about meeee, indulge me for a few moments.
Yes that’s me with the medal and the sweaty fencing hair and the stupid grin. In fact two, yes, two bronze medals are now mine and shiny and on a shelf keeping each other company. I won these at SWASH earlier in March.
‘What is SWASH?’ I hear you say. Its an annual event held at the breathtaking Royal Armouries in Leeds each year by the British Federation for Historical Swordplay (BFHS). It’s a two day event with classes, tournaments, talks and many opportunities to get up-close and personal with many beautiful weapons and historical treatises, most thrilling of all being the MS i33 – the oldest martial treatise known. The building itself is impressive – a huge glass tower filled with weapons that ought to have the sign ‘Break glass in case of zompocalypse’.
What did I win them for? One was third place in the inaugural women’s longsword tournament. It was a lot of fun and Tracey Walker made a great mini documentary of the competition here. I enjoyed all my fights, particularly the punch landed on (another) Fran after she swiftly disarmed me in a grapple.
Incidentally, it was fantastic to finally meet up with fellow fencer and Fox Spirit author, Jo Thomas. A lovely person, and I hope to see her again soon with either sword or pen.
The second bronze medal was in the rapier tournament. You may notice Pim in the top photo with me, also with a silly grin. He won gold, natch, but I had to face him in the semi-final. It’s an interesting way to work through marital tension, battling in public, but we did okay. So very pleased with myself over that, and it’s given me much more confidence in my fencing. It’s also made me want to try even harder next time I compete. There are so many fencing events this year it’s difficult to choose between them.
Another facet of Historical European Martial Arts has drawn my attention, fast-forwarding three hundred years from the Elizabethan era to the Edwardians. I’ve joined a study group focusing on Bartitsu. This is a fascinating martial art, made famous in the Sherlock Holmes stories by Conan Doyle.
The ‘original MMA’, it combines pugilism, fencing, jujitsu and savate to create a formidable defence against assorted ruffians that prowl the streets in the dead of night – at least that’s what Bartitsu was developed for. They were dangerous times, and gangs of thieves preyed on lone pedestrians.
It is also a ton of fun, and very varied: you might be punching someone in the face, jabbing them in the throat with a stick, or choking them on their coat. In a few weeks time I will be leading a class on parasol (it being the most fencing-like of the techniques). Don’t be fooled, the humble brolly is a devastating weapon.
Also taken up running. I’m trying to get my fitness up to help with the fencing, and just so I can be a bit more healthy. On the days I’m not fighting in some form or other (it’s been five days a week in some cases) I try and get a twenty minute run in. So far my enthusiasm for this has not waned, and listening to music helps a lot.
I’ve got one child in school and the other in nursery every morning now so it’s opened up a bit of free time. Oh yes, writing time, of course. Ideally that would be the case, and a lot of the time it is, but no, time to get a job. When I left work five years ago I was working in an office, and whilst I had lovely colleagues, I can’t say I’ve missed being there at all in the time since.
Perceptions altered, priorities shifted, I am now a gardener, and really enjoying the fresh air, the smiley passers-by, China Mieville on my iPod and dirt under my fingernails. I’m no Rachel de Thame, but I can dig and I can pull up weeds and I can cut grass. Life is good.
I had a brilliant time with several buddies from fencing school at the Scifi Weekender in Wales. We packed swords and managed to get in a bit of practice each day, as well as enjoying all the cosplay, panels, signings, swag and merriment. Just as I was packing to head out, however, I got a tweet from Paul Cornell asking if I would mind being timer/scorer for the Just A Minute game that he was hosting. It has become a tradition at these events, last year’s panel included Joe Abercrombie, Sarah Pinborough and China Miéville. My mind squirmed, it backed away in terror. ‘you can’t do this!’ it screamed, ‘it’s too scary!’.
So I said yes.
I thought ‘to hell with it’ and agreed. I was a bag of nerves leading up to the show, especially seeing the vast room that held the audience, the stage etc. But I just told myself it would only be keeping score, I probably wouldn’t even be visible.
Then I was led out, alone, into the glare, centre stage, to faces. You know, people.
It was terrifying.
Emma Newman, Paul Cornell, Gareth Powell, Stacia Kane and Chris Brookmyre who were the actual authors that everyone had come to see, had every right to be nervous, but they were funny and brilliant and before long I was just enjoying the spectacle along with the crowd. At the very end Paul was kind enough to ask me if I had any work out at the moment, and I proudly flew the Fox Spirit flag for a couple of seconds.
After that I relaxed, met up with loads of tweeps, drank, ate too many sweets and boogied with giant robots, zombies and superheroes. Definitely going again next year.
Hang on Fran, isn’t this meant to be a blog about, you know, writing?
*Sips wine, looks around*
Hmm? Oh, yes, that. Well I haven’t slacked on that account – two stories with the fabulous Fox Spirit books are coming out very, very soon:
Tales of Eve – An anthology edited by the wonderful Anne-Mhairi Simpson, who is also a damn fine author. The brief is a reverse-Pygmalion, where women create their ideal man. My short story is about the power of wishes.
And the Magnificent Octopus? David and I are still chiseling, buffing, rearranging and sanding its edges. Things take time, but we’re getting there and I’m enjoying the process.
Talk to me, what’s new in your life? I want to know.
It’s quarter to ten, I’ve had a few glasses of white wine, I said I would do another blog post before the year was out, so here it is. Let’s visit my former self in 2011, pondering what she would aim for in 2012:
Complete editing on the novel and submit to agents
This turned into a rewrite, and I have one scene left to go. If I push it I might squeeze it in before the chimes of midnight. The submitting will have to wait though.
Submit and become published in an anthology
I made the grade. A very proud moment when my first short story got published in Tales of the Nun and Dragon. Watch this space for another coming out soon from Fox Spirit Publishing.
Enter Rapier 2012, Swordfish and Fightcamp tournaments.
I did all three – 5 competitions in all – and I had tremendous fun. Goal for 2013 will be to move a bit higher up the rankings, that’s going to involve a lot of focus and training, as well as dealing with my mental attitude to fights I think – I just don’t get worked up enough.
Achieve Laureando status
I passed. In my fencing school this is the ‘intermediate’ level of competence, there’s only one more to go after that and it’s spadaccino, swords(wo)man. That’ll be a way off from 2013 I think.
This went on the back-burner after a bout of illness, and I found it very hard to get back to my former level of fitness. I really need to develop some good habits and will try to be a lot more active in 2013. I’ve taken up the million steps challenge (not man brave enough to take on the million words) with a few other writer buddies, so that’s something. I’ve still got my fencing which is something I actively enjoy, perhaps some sword-based fitness training is in order.
Write every single day
This too, was less than daily. I’ve spent a lot of time editing which I guess doesn’t count but I will start another good habit: always have a short story in the pot perhaps, just to keep me scribbling.
Read more books, especially non-fiction
Yes, and no. I read around eighteen books this year, that’s a lot for me. I read slowly and always have more than one on the go (ten at the last count). Most of them were SFF but I did manage to get some non-fiction and other genres in as well. It’s really hard when there’s so many great books out there though, especially ones in a series (GRRM, Abercrombie, Aaronovitch, Cooper, Lyle). In 2013 I will try and alternate.
Help other people to achieve their goals, whether it’s writing, swordfighting or anything else that I can assist with.
This I can definitely polish my halo over. In April I was introduced to the founders of Esfinges, a group for women in HEMA, and have kind of become the non-official gopher for Europe. I’ve been doing my utmost to get women talking about swordplay, and to get them involved and interested in this growing martial art. So far it’s been very successful and we have over two hundred and fifty members world wide. Writing wise I’ve been critting for friends and giving advice where I can. This is a difficult one, as I’m sure a lot of authors suffer feelings of inadequacy to some degree, especially un/newly published ones, and we don’t want to feel that we’re giving advice that we’re not qualified to distribute. So I just try and give as honest an opinion as I can, and hope it helps.
In 2013 I will be trying to get some events organised for Esfinges and meet people face-to-face that want to take up HEMA. It should be exciting. Writing wise I will just continue to be as available as I can, help friends out, as I have been helped countless times.
Put our regular content
*Looks awkward, studies shoes*
Well, not exactly regular, but as I said this time last year I don’t want to put in irrelevant waffle. I do only post when it is worth doing so. Given that a lot of the time I am editing and drafting, that I have little advice to give as I’ve not been in this game long enough and I’m finding out for myself, I think that’s forgiveable.
For 2013 I should have more writing-related news to post about, as well as all the usual swordfighting shenanigans. A happy new year to you all, I hope it brings you what you need and deserve most.
Inspired by the recently agented Jennifer Williams AKA Senny Dreadful, I thought I would dust off the blog and post about the top five books that lit my fire this year. I have the obligatory year in review post coming up too so yes you could say my posts are like buses.
Trinity Rising by Elspeth Cooper
This is the last book I listened to on Audible. It’s book two of a fantasy secondary-world quadrilogy called The Wild Hunt. The basic premise of the world in which the tales are set is that there is a ‘hidden’ world beyond a veil, a barrier between them, and that this veil is under threat. Should it break bad things will happen.
I read book one, Songs of the Earth, on my Kindle and I found it to be a solid, well written, fantasy tale but I just didn’t get enormously excited about the plot or the characters. Amazingly for a mid-series novel, where we normally just get a load of filling before the big showdown at the end, Trinity Rising instead got me enormously excited, about everything. We follow some great characters, from all sides of the good-evil divide, the writing is as elegant as in the first book, but the themes are a lot darker and grown up. There is the elf healer Tanith from the first book, along with Gair from book one, sulking over his lost love. Both of them are thrown into different environments so we get to see different sides of them. We also meet Savin, the antagonist who was vaguely distant in book one, and see what an evil and twisted git he really is. Interestingly the plot is non-linear and doesn’t follow immediately on from the last page of Songs, we see particular events again from other points of view, which certainly makes them much more interesting. The best bit for me was a new character, Teia (apologies for the spelling, I didn’t see it written), similar to Gair in that she has hidden talents for magic, a chosen one, but far more interesting to me for the cultural setting and the situation in which she finds herself – pregnant and ostracised from her tribe. She is a young tribeswoman of the plainsfolk – a kind of Sami/Viking/Mongol people – being oppressed on every side, at one point even her family are forced to reject her.
Really enjoyed this, was left in tears at one point. Definitely looking forward to the rest of the series.
Prince of Thorns by Mark Lawrence
I’d heard lots of good things about this, and lots of bad, but bad in a good way such as the protagonist is a horrible bastard who does terrible things. That sounded perfect to me and I was not disappointed. It’s the first in a series called The Broken Empire, all told in the first person by the titular Prince Jorg. We meet him in a very unprincely situation with a gang of cutthroat mercenaries who he, at only fifteen years of age, manages to bring to heel as together they sack a small town. We soon learn that it’s all part of a greater plan, and in flashback we discover why Jorg is who he is, what he has suffered and lost, and what he plans to do – become king, and eventually emperor. A typical ambition realised and told in a very original way. Every character is fleshed out, every setting is distinct, but the best thing has to be the snappy dialogue and Jorg himself. I look forward to following his exploits.
Red Country by Joe Abercombie
As everyone probably knows, Joe Abercombie likes to take fantasy and dress it up in unusual ways. Red Country is no different and it views fantasy through the filter of a western. Not a genre that has seen a lot of popularity in recent years, but Abercombie makes it work with huge success. No high noons, shootouts or sheriffs, this is still the First Law setting and is about exploring unchartered territory, tracking loved ones across pitiless lands and settling old scores . . . and knives, you can never have too many of those.
Several familiar faces rear their heads, but most are new, wittily and sharply drawn as always without ever falling into caricature. The protagonist is a feisty young woman called Shy South who sets off with her stepfather to retrieve her kidnapped younger brother and sister. Do things work out okay in the end? That’s up to the reader to decide I suppose, but things are never what they seem in these stories, which is why I love them.
Throne of the Crescent Moon by Saladin Ahmed
I had been looking forward to this for a while as it takes us out of the quasi-medieval Europe of typical fantasy and takes us to quasi-medieval Arabia. Like me, Saladin is an unabashed D&D geek and I was keen to see the monsters and settings that would be brought to life from Arabian folklore. It did not disappoint, the ghuls were truly terrifying, the magic internally logical and yet still magical, and best of all the protagonist was an overweight old man. Not your standard fare. In fact three of the main characters are well past their physical peak and the youngsters are often the sullen voice of reason. But it all works, splendidly so. Another one to follow up in 2013.
The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss
I have to say, after this monster of a tome, book two in the Kingkiller Chronicle, The Wise Man’s Fear, had a lot to live up to, and it fell short of the mark for me. That doesn’t stop me admiring this vast debut of Rothfuss – it is another twist on fantasy delivery – fantasy as an autobiography.
The protagonist Kvothe is a bard and magic user, depicted in layer upon layer upon layer of story, so that we can’t see where the truth ends and the legend begins. We start in the present, through the eyes of Chronicler, the man who is transcribing the story, then we enter the tale itself as Kvothe tells it to him in reminiscence. Parts are missed, embellished, switched back to, interrupted. Other characters step in with their version of events. We follow him from a blissful childhood, discover everything about all the people around him, to the streets where he scratched out an existence as a beggar, and eventually to the University where his prodigious talents earned him great fame and also countless troubles. His search goes on and on, pulling the narrative as he hunts some strange creatures that destroyed his loved ones, but this is essentially a device to keep up momentum. It’s a vast world, with hundreds of little side alleys to explore. Rothfuss is a master storyteller, and I hope that book three returns to this form.
I look forward to travelling to cons, it’s the writing time on the train and the solitude I think. The journey to Bristol was gorgeous, the morning mists melting over the hills and puddling round the trees. I managed to get a bit of writing done and listened to A Feast For Crows between trains, it seemed to be over very quickly.
The Ramada Bristol is thankfully no great distance from the station and I was warmly met by Paul Wiseall and Dolly Garland with a bag of goodness – lots of comic and novel samplers and rather cool graphic anthology, Murky Depths.
I attended three panels, which I’d already planned beforehand so I could just hang out and chill in between. These were: Working Together, about collaborative writing; Netiquette, or how not to be a twit online and Women in Sensible Armour – a discussion on the portrayal of women warriors in SF, rather than fantasy art and novels.
Working Together seemed to focus more on the working relationship between artists and writers in the comics industry. It was interesting to see all the different methods of working that exist (answer: there are as many as there are partnerships). None of it seemed to really hit on the crux of equal partnership in a creative endeavour, this is a lot harder than simply working to a brief specified by another person – in a shared world anthology for example. It gave me a lot of ideas for things I would like to try out in the future, but nothing new to add to my current way of working. This is fine, and I will continue with my method as it seems that is the best thing to do.
Netiquette was very interesting. I’ve touched on it before here on this blog, but it’s about how to get people interested in you as a writer, without being an annoying salesperson tirelessly flogging your wares. Marc Gascoigne‘s comment that Angry Robot will only consider authors with a blog, twitter and Facebook page was very telling of how important social media is to a writer these days. The other Marc, Aplin, who was chair, said that he is more inclined to want to read books by people he has met on twitter and chatted to. Writers tread a fine line – you have to show everyone a genuine person, but remain professional and not fall into troll feeding, responding to negative reviews of your work, sockpuppetry and all the usual pitfalls that get discussed. It’s something I’ve wondered about: until established, what can a writer blog about? They can’t advise on writing, as they’ve nothing to show for it; they can’t discuss their WIPs, in case things change or they let out spoilers; there are too many blogs on the process of writing as it is, and it’s dull reading . . . so what is there? Be yourself, show your human side – what else do you do apart from writing? Be engaging, let people get to know you, you’re more interesting than you think.
Women in Sensible Armour, was the obligatory diversity panel in disguise, although it tended not to meander as much as previous ones, thanks to the specific focus. This resonated a lot with me, having a lot of real life discussions on armour and women in general in the HEMA scene over at Esfinges. As for the imaginary portrayals of women fighters in literature and art, I think it’s safe to say that we have moved on from the chainmail bikini. Women in armour look pretty much like men in armour when they’re doing it right, and films like Lord of the Rings have done a lot to reaffirm this.
In between panels, and for much of the afternoon and evening I got to chat, eat and drink with some very cool people. Some I’ve met in real life and it was good to hook up again, such as: the effervescent Anne-Mhairi Simpson; the awesome chief organiser of Bristolcon itself, as well as author, Joanne Hall; Gareth L Powell (very briefly); Anne Lyle, who revealed that Pim and I will get acknowledgements in the final novel of her trilogy. I am honoured. Emma Newman looked stunning in a bespoke scarlet frock-coat; Kim Laikin-Smith was there with her family (again we very briefly spoke – there’s just not enough time at these things!); Marc Aplin of Fantasy Faction, who just like last year I bumped into at the coffee area, .
New people, along with Paul and Dolly (both of whom I wish I’d spoken to for longer) were the very funny Guy Haley, who got a lot of laughs on the Netiquette panel; the equally funny and informative David Moore; Jonathan L. Howard, who was very charming and friendly; Jen Williams – who I have wanted to meet for ages and was great fun to share booze with in the back of the room like naughty schoogirls; the gorgeous Michela D’Orlando, who I had actually previously met at the Gemmells, when we were both lost and looking for the ladies loo. She sought me out through the swordy thing, and I was happy to give her advice on finding classes, as well as chat about writing. Michela introduced me to Piotr Swietlik who was great fun to chat to and you can see a sample of his work here. I hope to meet up with both again at a con some time. Danie Ware I have seen several times at cons but never actually chatted to, was awesome and very much the voice of reason on the Sensible Armour panel.
Before I knew it the hours fizzled away and it was time to get back on the train. I will definitely return next year. It is a very fun, relaxed and friendly event, growing bigger every time.
Booktrailer for Tales Of The Nun & Dragon
Well I’ve reached a milestone, a pretty big one if I’m honest. Still waiting for the truth to hit me but perhaps this will come in time, perhaps at Fantasy Con when I meet up with all my fellow contributors and the editing team.
After Alt.Fiction I was asked to write for an anthology by Adele Wearing, who recently set up a new imprint – Fox Spirit. She liked what I wrote enough to deem it publishable, stick her neck out as an editor and say ‘this is worth reading’. I find that mind-blowing really. Given what a solitary exercise writing is, it’s easy to forget that the aim of the game is to share it with as many people as possible. Even more amazing, people are going to be paying money to read what I have written. Granted there is a heap of talented folk in there – both well established veterans and emerging authors – but still, my name will be alongside theirs, with a little (c) beside it.
So . . . can I call myself a writer now? Will I keep moving the goalposts? I don’t know, but I’m just so gosh-darned pleased that I got to this stage.
Can’t thank everyone involved enough. So instead I will talk a bit more about the book instead of rambling at my own astonishment.
It’s an anthology of tales, all featuring Nuns and Dragons. Many genres, many outlooks, all different. Mine is a fable about getting things done – guess that’s something many writerly types can relate to – The Tale of Sister Amagda and the Thrice Bound Wyrm. The Ebook is available now through Amazon or Wizards Tower Press, print version to follow in the near future. Reviews have been very favourable, and a great amount of interest has been generated. I’ve bought my copy, and I’m looking forward to reading everyone’s tales!
I make no apology for another swordy post, it’s that time of year – there are a lot of events on. Arguably the biggest event in terms of attendance in the Historical European Martial Arts calendar is Fight Camp, they managed to fill their capacity of two hundred places this year. To explain, it is a weekend of classes and tournaments, all outdoors, held at The Grange in Coventry. As you can probably guess from the title, there is camping involved, unless you take the civilised option of booking a nearby B&B.
This was my second Fight Camp, after last year, and I was happy to see that the schedule featured a lot of variety: axe, wrestling, pugilism, pollaxe, sword and buckler, lots of sabre, broadsword and targe, as well as the usual longsword and rapier classes.
After setting up camp on the Thursday afternoon the rest of the evening was spent catching up with friends, eating and drinking. I have to applaud the staff at the grange, the food was excellent value for money, and after a day of fighting in all weathers never is a meal (or a beer) more appreciated. The bar is always a great place to hang out, talking to people who I have mostly only ever spoken to online.
Friday morning after breakfast and the opening speech the heavens opened, but I’d already decided by then that I was going to take Peter Smallridge’s ‘how to fall safely’ class (which happened to be indoors, by luck not design, I swear) as I have very little experience of grappling and often freeze up because I don’t know what the options are.
This was essentially an hour of intense warm up (the mirrored wall was running with condensation by the end) and gradually building up our confidence physically. I soon realised that in wrestling all inhibitions about physical contact are swiftly abandoned. It was a liberating, and exhausting experience. Wrestling uses all of your muscles, you are moving in all directions and I was constantly learning about myself. I did my first cartwheel ever, followed straight away by two more.
My enthusiasm for this did me in for a lot of the weekend, as I soon learned that wrestling is far harder work than swordfighting, and I paid for it in lactic acid over the following days. I did manage to attend a Stav Axe class which was interesting for being a different weapon, with a different weight and balance, but included some very sound principles which will hopefully translate across to my other training.
I spent some time at the barriers. This is an area reserved for free sparring, essentially like a disco but without the music and you fight instead of dance. People continuously fight here over the entire weekend. Some spend all their time there (I had considered it), and you have the option to have all your bouts scored in the Passage of Arms tournament. The champion of this arena for several years, Mark Gilbert, set a new record of one hundred undefeated bouts. I’m rather pleased to say that my one exchange with him was 5-4. At one point it rained very heavily and we all crouched soggily in the tent with all our gear while a few ardent souls continued. When I was asked to judge a couple of exchanges I discovered a shield can be a great impromptu umbrella.
I decided to take the plunge and enter two tournaments this year – the rapier tournament and the Eggleton cup – a mixed weapons competition. I was in the first bout of the rapier against Swordfish 2011 Sword and Buckler champion, Kristine Konsmo. This was an honour and I was really looking forward to the fight, having sparred with her the previous evening at an impromptu ‘sword and buckler party’ (bring a sword instead of bring a bottle). Sadly under the tournament rules we doubled each other out and that was the end of the competition for us both. I am very happy to say that Pim, my husband, went on to win all of his fights and take the victory. That makes his fourth tournament win in a year – we are all very proud of him.
The Eggleton cup on the Sunday was great fun, and I was pleased that so many of my fellow students from The School of the Sword took part, for several of them it was their first tournament experience and I know how nerve jangling that can be. Everyone performed admirably, and the title, after a three way tie, went ultimately to Simon Thurston of Schola Gladiatoria, an excellent fencer and a pleasure to watch.
In summary it was all over far too soon, I ached all over for most of it, but loved it. I will miss the chatter, the fireside, the people, the classes and most of all the fighting. Roll on FC2013