Showing posts with label Bladesong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bladesong. Show all posts

31 March 2013

Guest Blog: Jean Gill


This week, we're welcoming author Jean Gill, whose latest title is Bladesong, book two of  The Troubadours series. The author will offer a free copy of the book to a lucky blog visitor. Here's the blurb:    

1151 – the Holy Land during a fragile peace

Estela, the troubadour, following the destiny of her beautiful voice, and Dragonetz, her passionate knight; divided by the times they love in.

Dragonetz is imprisoned in Damascus, his military prowess as valuable and dangerous to the balance of power as the priceless Torah he has  to deliver to Jerusalem.

Can Estela get him out alive, despite Nur-ad-Din, the Muslim Atabeg; Melisende, the Queen of Jerusalem; and an avenger from the past?

Will she still want to, when she knows what they’ve done to him?

On the run from abuse, Estela wakes in a ditch with only her lute, her amazing voice, and a dagger hidden in her petticoats. Her talent finds a patron in Alienor of Aquitaine and more than a music tutor in the Queen's finest troubadour and Commander of the Guard, Dragonetz los Pros. Weary of war, Dragonetz uses Jewish money and Moorish expertise to build that most modern of inventions, a papermill, arousing the wrath of the Church. Their enemies gather, ready to light the political and religious powder-keg of medieval Narbonne. 


**Q & A with Jean Gill, author of ‘The Troubadours’ books, ‘Song at Dawn’ and ‘Bladesong’**

You’ve written in many different genres; why historical fiction now?

Yes, I started as a poet and turned to prose at 40. Poems still happen sometimes but not as often. I have a deskful of ideas and can’t write them all in full, so choosing which one to spend a year on is very important. It was my husband who chose ‘the story about the girl troubadour and the big white dog’ as the one he’d most like to read, out of the three completely different novel ideas I couldn’t choose between.

 ‘Song at Dawn’ does start with Estela (the girl troubadour) and Nici (the big white dog) but by the time I wrote it, the character of Dragonetz was alive in my imagination and I was already in love with him, so spending time with these fictional people is so much fun. I also discovered the real historical characters and true stories of the 12th century and am totally hooked on this period.

Who do you think was the most interesting historical character of your period?

There were so many! It has been an eye-opener to discover people I’d never heard of, especially the women in power. I expected to admire Eleanor of Aquitaine (Alienor in ‘Song at Dawn’ as I gave her the Occitan name) but actually it was Ermengarda, the sole ruler of Narbonne from 1143-1192, who amazed me. She was Viscomtesse of a vital trading port, she survived the military attempts to usurp her and she created a sophisticated ‘court of love’ where the finest troubadours performed.

It has just happened that for each book my research has found an amazing woman about whom I previously knew nothing. In ‘Bladesong’ that woman is Melisende, Queen of Jerusalem, again a ruler in her own right, although she had to fight her subjects’ prejudice and a husband to wield power. She and her three sisters formed the royal family of the Crusader States and some of their alleged adventures make the Borgias look tame.
I’ve already discovered two more of these remarkable women whose paths are likely to cross those of Dragonetz and Estela in the third book – watch this space!

How much research do you do?

A huge amount! I spend a year researching before I feel ready to plot a novel. I’m in the middle of a research year, reading history books and making background notes. Dragonetz and Estela are fictional characters in real events, mixing with real historical characters and I try to use only what did happen or what could have happened. If I know something to be untrue I change the story. This makes my books very complex to write, especially as I avoid working out the plot beforehand. I have a rough idea but there is always leeway for the characters to make their own choices. If I feel that so-and-so would never have done that, I don’t write it. Sometimes I lie awake in bed wondering why a character would have done such-and-such, and I’m not happy unless I know why, even if I don’t write all the motives down.

What advice would you give to other historical novelists?

Read historical novels and network with others writing in the same genre. I have a group of writer-friends and some of them also write historical novels. Our discussions have been so useful and their input to ‘Bladesong’ was invaluable. We don’t always agree either! I blogged some of our arguments here http://www.jeangill.blogspot.fr/2013/01/lets-argue-about-history.html You’ll find genre-specific groups on the writers’ support sites such as authonomy.

There are many different kinds of historical novel and I don’t like ones that are too slushy, too predictable, too melodramatic, or without any specific period background. Many many readers do like these books – and won’t like mine. I’m fine with that and I’m learning to accept that authors and books have to fit so there is no point breaking your heart over the wrong readers – find the right ones. My books are reaching more and more readers who like them, so I think I’m doing that now.

What do you think about self-publishing?

I’ve published fifteen books, every-which-way except best-selling (as yet) and there are pros and cons to all the routes, plus the publishing world is changing so fast no-one can keep up. I’ve reached the stage where I don’t know what a small press can offer me that I can’t do myself, so I’m very happy self-publishing most of my books now. I love designing my own jackets have had my designs accepted by traditional publishers so I feel confident in them. I do have editing input from other people and I think it’s essential to have critical friends or professional input on aspects of publication.

Would I sign for an agent? A big publisher? If I felt they were going to take over legal headaches (translation and film rights come to mind) then maybe. But my ambitions have shrunk in response to all the crazy things writers do to make a bestseller. I’d rather watch my readership grow slowly, while I do only those marketing activities that I enjoy and that I consider worthwhile – like answering questions on this blog.

Thank you for inviting me here.

Bladesong is available from Amazon and in all ebook formats from Smashwords.   Also available in print from Lulu

Book one, Song at Dawn, won the Global Ebooks Award for Best Historical Fiction
'Believable, page-turning and memorable' - S.P.Review 

Jean Gill is a Welsh writer and photographer living in the south of France with a big white dog, a Nikon D700 and a man. For many years, she taught English in Wales and was the first woman to be a secondary headteacher in Carmarthenshire. She is mother or stepmother to five children.

Publications are varied, including prize-winning poetry and novels, military history, translated books on dog training, and a cookery book on goat cheese. With Scottish parents, an English birthplace and French residence, she can usually support the winning team on most sporting occasions.

Follow jean on twitter @writerjeangill

Join the Troubadours on Facebook 

Have fun with the Troubadours on TV Tropes   

Jean says:

I love hearing from readers so feel free to mail me at jean.gill@wanadoo.fr with comments or questions. You'll find a mix of my work, along with fun trivia about books, at www.jeangill.com My photo portfolio is at www.istockphoto.com/jeangill and I blog at www.jeangill.blogspot.com I sometimes accept guest bloggers so get in touch.

GIVEAWAY to readers of Unusual Historicals blog; a signed copy of Bladesong by Jean Gill by random draw. If you can find the time to post a review, whether on Smashwords, Amazon, Goodreads, your blog, wherever, Jean will be very grateful. 

28 March 2013

Excerpt Thursday: Bladesong by Jean Gill

This week, we're welcoming author Jean Gill, whose latest title is Bladesong, book two of  The Troubadours series. Join us on Sunday, when the author will offer a free copy of the book to a lucky blog visitor. Here's the blurb:    

1151 – the Holy Land during a fragile peace

Estela, the troubadour, following the destiny of her beautiful voice, and Dragonetz, her passionate knight; divided by the times they love in.

Dragonetz is imprisoned in Damascus, his military prowess as valuable and dangerous to the balance of power as the priceless Torah he has  to deliver to Jerusalem.

Can Estela get him out alive, despite Nur-ad-Din, the Muslim Atabeg; Melisende, the Queen of Jerusalem; and an avenger from the past?

Will she still want to, when she knows what they’ve done to him?

On the run from abuse, Estela wakes in a ditch with only her lute, her amazing voice, and a dagger hidden in her petticoats. Her talent finds a patron in Alienor of Aquitaine and more than a music tutor in the Queen's finest troubadour and Commander of the Guard, Dragonetz los Pros. Weary of war, Dragonetz uses Jewish money and Moorish expertise to build that most modern of inventions, a papermill, arousing the wrath of the Church. Their enemies gather, ready to light the political and religious powder-keg of medieval Narbonne. 

**An Excerpt from Bladesong**

Chapter Two

While her lover Dragonetz is on a mission in the Holy Land, Estela is a troubadour at the court of Dia, accompanied by her men-at-arms Raoulf and Gilles, and by a huge white dog …

It took both Raoulf and Gilles to drag Nici away from Estela and lock him in another room so the midwife could get anywhere near her, and it was just as well they were wearing gauntlets, boots and leather jerkins. Estela could still hear Nici’s furious scratching at the door and outraged yelps at being shut away from his mistress when she clearly needed him.
She had known when she woke in a pool of liquid that it was time to send for the midwife and, after a scurry of servants, Bèatriz’ women had ushered her to a chamber well away from the daily bustle of castle life. The purpose of the room was clear enough. Apart from the blazing fire, which barely took the chill off the air, there was a bed, a birthing stool, chamber-pot, wash-stand and ewer.
In her own home, the mattress would have been stuffed with our lady’s bedstraw and the fire strewn with juniper branches but Estela didn’t know what herbs were used here, if any. The only light came from the fire and the pitch torches on the wall, as if the business of birthing should be in darkness, like the act that produced it.
Estela’s gloom deepened into panic as her body spasmed. She had a rough idea of what would happen, thanks to visits with her mother, a healer, and thanks to a Moorish physician, who’d held science above prudery and discussed medicine with her. If only her mother or Malik could have been with her now, instead of women whose names she could barely remember. She hadn’t felt so alone since she’d woken in a ditch after running away from home.
And then Nici appeared as if by magic, bounding to her side, anxious brown eyes and insistent tongue, her only friend now as then, licking the salt of her tears as she indulged in self-pity. In between the waves that racked her, Estela trailed her hands in the coarse white fur but when the midwife arrived, Nici made it clear that no-one was going to touch his mistress when she was so clearly vulnerable and incapable of making any decision. It was unquestionably his job to take charge.
Usually an easy-going lump of a dog, who was as happy milling around with any of the hunting packs as he was dozing hopefully under a trestle table at meal-time, Nici was unrecognizable. Hackles raised, eyes bright as pebbles in water, he fixed the midwife with an inimical glare.
The midwife made it equally clear that she was leaving unless someone removed the growling monster from the room. Helpless with contractions, Estela’s half-hearted attempts to reassure Nici seemed merely to convince him that she was not herself.
At which point, Raoulf and Gilles braved women’s territory and took matters into their own gauntlets, ignoring the scandalised squeaks of the attendant women as much as the furious complaints of the huge dog, whose muffled barking from his solitary confinement accompanied Estela’s involuntary shouts of pain.
‘Jasmine oil,’ she begged the midwife, whose face looked like a child’s dough sculpture, lumpy and white, with raisin eyes. Eyes that narrowed, weighing her up. In the birthing chamber, the only queen was the midwife, whatever the rank of the mother-to-be.
‘Jasmine oil,’ the midwife repeated flatly.
Estela couldn’t keep the desperation out of her voice as she felt the beginning of another wave. No longer a baby kicking; more like a herd of horses pounding her into the dust. ‘Inhaling oil of jasmine helps with the pain...’ she tailed off, biting her lip bloody and doubling over, half-falling onto the bed.
‘Well we don’t hold with such fancy things here and babies get born just the same. You’ll manage,’ stated the midwife, moving Estela to the birthing chair to see how wide open she’d become.
Estela felt the screams rising as if they belonged to someone else, except that Nici joined in, so they must be hers. She knew Raoulf and Gilles were just outside the door, hers in a way that none of these women were, and she was overwhelmed by longing to call them in, to grab onto a hand of each, to anchor her body in this world to the rock of their loyalty. To have them with her when she brought Dragonetz’ baby into the world.
 She almost called them but enough thought remained to know she mustn’t. This dour woman was her baby’s herald, able to doom - or bless - him or her with a word. Let it be said that men had been at the birth and the baby would be cursed, hag-ridden, switched, any of a thousand insinuations that would make themselves into truth. Men would cross themselves and avoid touching such an ill-fated child, and if he sickened from so much as gum-fever, it would be the devil’s work and no-one would lift a hand to make him better.
Estela knew the way people’s minds worked. When visiting cottages with her mother, with salves and potions, she’d listened to the rhymes and prayers that her mother advocated applying with the medicaments, knowing that the patients’ minds played a part in the healing. So Estela gripped the chair arms instead of her friends’. She would bring this baby into the world, whatever it cost her.
Hours, days or years later, adrift and dazed in the distinction between more pain and less pain, exhausted beyond obeying the midwife’s impossible instructions, Estela nevertheless realised that the purse-mouthed enemy was about to stick some kind of irons into her most tender parts, irons more suited to turn a pig on a spit than a baby in its mother.
Bursting her lungs, Estela screamed and pushed one last time, Nici no longer barking but howling with her, a wolf-call of solidarity. The irons were dropped on the stone flags as the midwife caught the baby and, astonishingly, smiled up at Estela.

Want to read more?

Bladesong is available from Amazon and in all ebook formats from Smashwords.   Also available in print from Lulu

Book one, Song at Dawn, won the Global Ebooks Award for Best Historical Fiction
'Believable, page-turning and memorable' - S.P.Review 

Jean Gill is a Welsh writer and photographer living in the south of France with a big white dog, a Nikon D700 and a man. For many years, she taught English in Wales and was the first woman to be a secondary headteacher in Carmarthenshire. She is mother or stepmother to five children.

Publications are varied, including prize-winning poetry and novels, military history, translated books on dog training, and a cookery book on goat cheese. With Scottish parents, an English birthplace and French residence, she can usually support the winning team on most sporting occasions.

Follow jean on twitter @writerjeangill

Join the Troubadours on Facebook 

Have fun with the Troubadours on TV Tropes   

Jean says:

I love hearing from readers so feel free to mail me at jean.gill@wanadoo.fr with comments or questions. You'll find a mix of my work, along with fun trivia about books, at www.jeangill.com My photo portfolio is at www.istockphoto.com/jeangill and I blog at www.jeangill.blogspot.com I sometimes accept guest bloggers so get in touch.

GIVEAWAY to readers of Unusual Historicals blog; a signed copy of Bladesong by Jean Gill by random draw. If you can find the time to post a review, whether on Smashwords, Amazon, Goodreads, your blog, wherever, Jean will be very grateful.