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Interview – Chris Rosser

February 23, 2019 by D. Hart St. Martin

Chris Rosser

Chris Rosser is an indie author based in Melbourne, Australia. Originally from Wales, he moved to Australia as a child, where he was educated and has mostly lived, albeit with several years’ worth of travel. Today, he’s married with three kids and toils away his days as a technical writer for a multinational financial services company. And did I mention he’s a great friend, confidant and co-conspirator I originally met on Twitter?

Hart: Tell us a bit about yourself, Chris.

Chris: I’ve been writing stories as long as I can remember. Yet, for much of my youth, I chased the dream of being an archaeologist. Eventually, I realised that what attracted me to archaeology and history was a love of story and narrative…so I righted the ship, painfully but for the better.
In addition to my books, I run a modestly successful blog over at chrisrosser.net, where I write articles, app reviews and the occasional tutorial – basically whatever takes my fancy.

You can also find me on Twitter, where I spend half my time with the #WritingCommunity and the other half trolling Australia’s rotten politicians. I have a lot of fun doing both!

H: What genre or genres do you write in? What attracted you to that genre? Do you read more books in that genre, or do you indulge in genres outside your speciality?

C: I write fantasy—it’s my first and most enduring love as a writer. While I lean towards gritty realism and dark themes, I don’t know if I’d label my work as Grimdark. I’m not shy of swearing or including sex scenes where necessary, so I don’t think I qualify as YA either! I’m something of a romantic and have long been enthralled by tales of high adventure and magic, things which are exceedingly scarce in our own world—but I’m not afraid to make my characters’ lives bloody awful.

As a reader, my tastes are generally broad, and I read much less fantasy than I used to. I’m also just as likely to listen to audiobooks as sit down and read one made of paper. I love contemporary thrillers, historical fiction, sci-fi and British murder mysteries.

I’ve dabbled in writing other genres. A year ago, I wrapped up the first draft of a modern techno-thriller set in Chicago. I’m also sitting on a historical adventure novel set in 17th Century Italy. Both are gathering dust, and I haven’t decided what to do with them.

H: Do you schedule time for your writing? or do you just grab the odd minute or hour?

C: Being a dad of special needs kids, and working full time, makes it really hard to schedule time. Last year, I tried Sunday afternoons, but life kept throwing obstacles in my path. So, I mostly snatch the time when I can, and usually, that means on the commute into work (if I can get a seat on the train) or into the night after my kids have gone to sleep.

H: What research do you find absolutely necessary to keeping your story authentic?

C: I studied archaeology and history as an undergraduate, which helps a lot when you are writing historical analogues as I do in my fantasy setting. I learnt that much of our assumptions about historical societies—particularly the middle ages—are wrong and based mostly on stereotypes portrayed in film and television. I spent a lot of time reading and analysing primary sources by classical and medieval writers, and it did wonders to build up a picture in my mind of how societies really worked and how people thought.

Unfortunately, these days my time is too limited to spend hours lovingly researching and world-building, so I tend to rely on accumulated knowledge, or I make things up on the fly. It hasn’t hurt my setting, but I admit if I were writing historical fiction, I’d have to dust off those sources again. Then again, that’s one of the reasons why I love writing fantasy—I don’t have to be a slave to facts.

Still, research is essential because if you don’t know what you are talking about, a reader will see through it immediately. So when I do research, it’s usually on subjects of which I have little personal experiences, like sailing or horse riding.

H: How do you see the role of women in fiction these days? How do you promote women in your work?

C: Fantasy has long had a problem with women. For a long time, women were either written as tired clichés—spoilt princesses, warrior maidens, whores—or they were omitted and marginalised, like in Lord of the Rings. Books were always about men on quests, or boys becoming great heroes—a place for young men and boys to live out their fantasies by proxy.

I hope it’s changing. I see strong women abound in novels and their TV adaptations. But part of me feels there’s still an element of objectification to women in fantasy.

George R.R. Martin did wonders to break taboos in the genre, but since HBO got their hands on the series, sex, violence, and sexual violence in particular in the genre have exploded.

I’m by no means a prude, and I certainly explore sexuality in my books, but for many authors and screenwriters rape has become a staple of female character development, and quite frankly I find it abhorrent.

Fortunately, I spent a lot of my formative years reading books by women, and about women—stories like The Mists of Avalon and The Clan of the Cave Bear. They’ve really stuck with me over the years for their portrayal of the world through a woman’s eyes.

As for me, my stories reflect my real life experiences. I’ve been surrounded by amazing, talented and wonderful women for most of my life. When I originally wrote Weaver of Dreams back in 2004, it was meant as a present for my younger sister, so I chose to make my protagonist a young woman. Not only did it challenge me as a young writer, but it tested my assumptions about the genre. It taught me I could write epic fantasy, with all the action and magic that lovers of the genre expect, but I could do so with a vulnerable young woman at the helm who doesn’t have to morph into a Xena/Red Sonja clone to be a strong character.

Ever since, I’ve tried to make my female characters every bit as rounded and exciting as the males — perhaps more so, because I have to work a little harder.

H: Do you have a current release you’d like to promote?

C: I’m juggling a lot at the moment. As you read this, I’m very close to publishing my second book, Cadoc’s Contract, and launching a new podcast.

Cadoc’s Contract is actually set before my first book, The Weaver’s Boy—blame the muse. It tells the story of how Cadoc became the Lord of Skeinhold. He’s a veteran limping home from a bloody crusade and is struggling to adjust—not least because he’s got a dark secret and owes a blood debt to the gods. I’m really proud of how the story’s turned out, and I think it will make a great prelude to the series.

Filed Under: Interview, Uncategorized Tagged With: author interviews, fantasy, writing, writing fantasy, writing life

The Big Jump

February 9, 2019 by D. Hart St. Martin Leave a Comment

Not a writing post but about the life of this writer
Not a real cable bill

I knew it was coming. I knew my cable/internet/land line bill was about to go up in January, and by golly, it did. By $40. I also knew I’d promised myself a new TV in preparation for the final season of Game of Thrones. It was to be my last major expense from the money I’d inherited from a friend, the rest being set aside for day-to-day living on into my dotage.

The bill arrived in my inbox a couple of weeks ago. All right, now what? The deal was I would get a smart TV and figure out how to milk as much out of streaming services as I could while keeping my out-of-pocket lower than my previous charges from my cable/etc. company.

But what about broadcast stations, I wondered. I live in an apartment. We have no antennas and are prohibited from putting one up on the roof for ourselves. Inside antennas are questionable affairs, and they’re kinda, well, ugly as well—wires and flat pieces of plastic—ugh.

Game of Thrones © 2017 HBO. All rights reserved.

So, one day I decided to head over to my local Best Buy and handed my viewing plans over to a salesperson. He showed me a couple of 43” models, and when I settled on one, I set up an appointment for full installation. The two guys arrived on the date in question, and within a couple of hours, I had me a brand, ass-kickin’, ultra HD television set. It’s HUGE. And god, do Daenerys’ dragons look cool.

I did my research. I already had Netflix, but Hulu turned out to have a great deal with a nearly perfect plan including all the broadcast stations in my area plus many cable stations. I did the math and found I was still below my old cable charges. And…I’m getting everything in ultra HD now, rather than plain old HD.

Then there was the TV in my bedroom. I tried an antenna. It didn’t work. So I’ll be hooking it up to a Roku stick which should arrive sometime this week.

Oh, did I mention I’m also giving up my land line as well? Who needs both a land line and a cell phone anyway?

But…there’s still the thing. You know, the thing. The thing that says I have to call the cable company and tell them I’m done with their bundle and I only want the internet. Then unplugging the boxes and the phones, returning the boxes to the company and packing the phones up. I dread this part.

I promise. This week. Or next week. Or even the week after. I am, after all, paid up through the beginning of March.

Grand Canyon

 

Why, then, do I feel like I’m about to jump off a cliff?

Filed Under: Life in general, Uncategorized Tagged With: cable, lifestyle, television, TV, writing

Why I Write

February 2, 2019 by D. Hart St. Martin 1 Comment

Writing keeps me sane.

I’ve been saying that for years. I’ve been saying it for years because it’s true. On days when I produce no words, edit no words, format no words, I end that day filled with anxiety and dread. I experience those feelings every day, but when I don’t write, I have nothing to keep me afloat. Hence, I drown in the waves of overwhelming fear, the undertow of sheared nerves pulls me into its embrace, and I become a less attractive, more-depressed-than-manic Harley Quinn.

I need to write. I cannot not write. It determines my mood and predicts every move I make from sunrise to sunrise. My life centers around my characters and their ups and downs. I talk to them. I mean, I literally talk to them. Especially late at night. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t live alone. How would I get by without my daily discussions with my favorite characters?

With Lisen of Solsta, it was Korin. For anyone who’s read the books, that should come as no surprise. He and I would play act final scenes which would then inform many of the earlier scenes. Now that I’ve left Lisen and Korin behind, I’ve turned to discussions of what-happens-next with Mari, my new hero. For some reason play acting didn’t work with her, so we sit on the edge of the bed together, in the dark, discussing where to go from here or what happens later in the next book in the series.

This is what writing is for me, a life lived in part in another world. Even if I weren’t writing fantasy, I’d spend an hour or two or three a day at the very least in whatever place and time I had set the current story. And going through life that way, with one foot in Southern California of 2019 and the other in an alternate dimension linked to earth via a sacred grove in a forsaken forest, keeps me sane.

Note: I want to thank Jan Maher for my most viewed blog yet. Her responses to my questions in that first interview sparked a lot of interest. And thank you, all of you, wherever you are, for visiting my site.

Filed Under: Uncategorized, Writing Tagged With: sanity, writing, writing process

It’s the Process

January 19, 2019 by D. Hart St. Martin 2 Comments

TRUST IT NO MATTER HOW &#*%ING HARD IT GETS

Chapter 7. Sounds innocuous enough, doesn’t it? Chapter 7. Somewhere close to midway or so, perhaps? It’s a chapter, simple. Nope. Chapter 7 of my current work in progress is where everything fell into a dark hole.

Into the Forsaken Forest is the first in a series of four or five books (depending on how things work out). The series will detail the adventures of a teenage girl, Mari, who is magically transported from earth to a place called Azzur on multiple occasions. I’ve been pantsing it with notes but no outline. I did, however, have a plan of sorts—thirty chapters, 60+K words.

I reached the first draft of chapter 20 near the end of July 2018 and hit a wall. I’d just brought Mari back to Azzur on her third trip and realized there was simply too much jumping back and forth for a mere 60+K words. Too much traffic between here and there. Here’s what I wrote at the top of my notes that day. → → → →

I backed up, all the way to chapter 3, and canceled Mari’s initial leave-taking from Azzur. I made her stay. This required mooshing things together. I took chapters apart and put them back together again, using the useful and discarding the rest. And when I arrived at the original chapter 12, which had been reduced to chapter 7, I decided to get the chapter breaks back in line to the original draft so I wouldn’t have to do quite so much work on transitions from that point on. But chapter 7 ended up being way too long. (Not unlike this paragraph. Sorry.)

This week, the official rewrite of the first draft with the above changes brought me back to chapter 7 (née 12). As I worked on it, I felt like I was riding a bicycle on a cobblestone road. The damn thing was bumpy, no flow at all. There’s a significant conversation in this chapter, and it had to roll, not jostle.

I’d also pulled the last 300 or so words from the chapter and repositioned them at the top of chapter 8 in order to shorten 7. But on reading the chapter aloud, I realized it simply wasn’t working without the original neat cut-off. So I edited some words out and returned the original ending to where it had begun.

If you’re still following me here, thank you. I will continue.

I took chapter 7 into my writing workshop this week, thinking they’d rip it apart and give me guidance on how to turn this bumpy thoroughfare into something workable. They didn’t. They praised it, said the conversation was great, that it gave the reader a break from the previous action while not feeling like an info dump. The chapter read smooth and worked for them. (And trust me, they would have told me if it hadn’t.)

So next week I take in chapter 8. Let’s see what they think of that one.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: editing, rewriting, WIP, writing, writing challenges, writing process

The Learning Curve Ahead Shouts a Wary Caution

January 12, 2019 by D. Hart St. Martin Leave a Comment

I have created a monster. I’m off and running on a new project—interviewing authors for my blog. I’m excited to get going with this. I really am, but here’s the thing. You have to be organized to do this, and I am an organizer. But I’m also incorporating new tools into my web site and its email which are forcing me to learn a bunch of new stuff. (That word “stuff” is pretentiously literary, isn’t it?) So although I may be promising to get the questions out to my subjects “in a few days,” I’m using only the loosest definition of “a few” since I’m still working on them. It could be weeks. Curve!

The first new tool was a change in my email server. My web designer decided to move his email from his own server due to problems, and that necessitated a move for me as well. He kindly offered to take care of the tech end of it, and I am now all moved over to a free email hosting site. However, there are all these bells and whistles. I may not have to use them all, but some could prove very useful. Curve!

Which brings me to the question of a calendar to keep track of the schedule for the year. I didn’t want to use my phone calendar; it’s full enough with personal reminders. I started with Microsoft’s calendar, but it turns out the email server site has its own calendar. I transferred everything over to it, but I still have the Microsoft calendar running just in case. Curve!

A few days ago I announced on Twitter and Facebook that I was setting out on this new adventure. Now, I’ve filled the year up. I’m only going to post these interviews once a month, at least for a while. I have to see how it goes. With only 12 spaces to fill, it was pretty easy. (And the fact that I’d already set up an interview with a friend for January eased the transition.)

I hope to concentrate on female characters and their empowerment, but I will most likely tweak this aspiration as I go. What I really want is to get to know some new people, and if I reach a few more potential readers along the way, all the better. It should be an interesting year. Here’s to making new friendships and broadening my social media skills.

Filed Under: Uncategorized, Writing Tagged With: author interviews, social media, writing, writing life

Why it Takes so Damn Long

December 31, 2018 by D. Hart St. Martin 3 Comments

Inspired by a year’s end blog post from author E.J. Dawson, I found myself pondering the relative slowness with which I produce scenes, chapters, books. I am forever berating myself for my laziness, the fact that I sit around a good portion of my day staring at the television and not writing. Hart, I say to myself, look at how much everyone else is able to write in a day, a week, a year. Why are you so slow?

As I read E.J.’s post, “Write the Darkness Within,” I felt envy for her prolific pen—6 books in a year!—and recognized in her struggles with her demons something similar to my situation. I write to ease anxiety. I write to save my soul. I’ve known this for years. I know I feel better on the days I’ve sat down and punched out a page or two. What I did not recognize until now, however, was how very hard each of those pages was to produce.

My mother didn’t love me. Oh, I know, you’ve heard that sad cliché far more times than you can count. But it was more than that. By taking away anything I started before I could finish it—all in the name of protecting me from disappointment—she taught me that I couldn’t finish anything.

And to this day I can’t. I set out to clean the house. I do the floors and vacuum half the carpeting, promising myself I’ll finish up tomorrow or the next day; I don’t. I begin neatening up my patio, and I stop with leaves remaining to be raked and only the open areas swept. I’m even having trouble finishing writing this.

But here’s one thing I can do. I can write a book. I have, in fact, published 7 of them over the last 6 years, with an 8th written and traversing the dangerous territory of rewrite at the moment. The one and only thing I consistently finish is the creation of a story and the fulfillment of the fullness of its truth in tens of thousands of words—sometimes even over 100,000 of them.

How is that? I don’t know. Save for that save-my-soul thing which I’ve always discounted. Until today when I read the aforementioned post.

Most writers must practice the most meticulous discipline, often to the point of ritual, in keeping to their goals. It’s hard to sit down in that chair and open up to the muse day after day. Much like the mind in meditation, we writers are constantly bombarded by thoughts and distractions that would steal us from our work. I’m not alone in that.

But here’s the thing. It turns out, because of my mother’s intrusions in any process I began and my lack of trust in my abilities to finish anything, writing slow is the only way I can write at all. I plod along, and that plodding gets it done. Eventually. And the fact that I’ve finished 8 books serves as testimony to my perseverance. The one thing I can do, the one thing I can finish to its end, is the creation of a story.

I am prolific. I’m just prolific at a slower pace.

Filed Under: Personal stuff, Uncategorized, Writing Tagged With: mother issues, personal revelations, writing, writing challenges, writing process

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