I had no idea
my story 'The Caves of Etretat, would end up a rollercoaster action/thriller
when I started writing it, five years ago. It wasn't supposed to be a four-book
series. I didn't know about pace or
characters. I was just writing my first book. There wasn't much introspection
about it at all.
It was
editing's fault, not mine. I barely had anything to do with it.
It started
simply enough, with a rejection. I'd sent a query to a specific agent, my first
attempt. I was refused but the refusal came accompanied by a few suggestions,
indicating my story couldn't sell as a first work because it was too long. It needed to lose thirty thousand words. I
sent a reply email saying I could reduce it to one hundred and twenty thousand
words in two weeks.
I'd never
reduced a novel before but it seemed a simple enough task. My only concern was
that the story not be weakened. I preferred removing extraneous details and
small scenes not integral to the plot. It took me three weeks. The agent agreed
to look at the first fifteen thousand words. She rejected it again, saying
there was no pace.
There was an
intrinsic weakness to 'The Caves of Etretat'. It didn't have an antagonist. I
had a bunch of guys going around, discovering stuff. Big deal. Where was the
excitement in that? I'd created a couple of fake antagonists who ended up being
friends later. I needed something stronger.
Other things
were happening. I was doing research to provide more accuracy to the story. I
started with the Oak Island treasure, continuing with Etretat, the bizarre
tourist town in France, with its giant cliffs and their hidden tunnels. Maurice
Leblanc, who lived in Etretat and the author featured in my story, had written
books full of codes, hidden from the average reader. When deciphered, the codes
sent you investigating Rennes-le-Chateau and the priest Berenger Sauniere.
Rennes-le-Chateau
and Sauniere were at the center of the biggest controversy in our century,
epitomised by such books as 'The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail' and 'The Da
Vinci Code'. How had I ended up here? I'd wanted to write a story like Dan
Brown's but not the same story. Even more curiously, the research was pointing
me towards my earliest book, 'The Greyman', an attempt to express my views about
the illusory nature of reality in an action format.
More
connections evolved, linking to 'The Caves of Etretat'. An antagonist appeared
like no other I'd found before. Story elements drifted, linking in radical new
ways. I would need a bridging book… no… two bridging books. It could be done
but I'd have to re-write book one.
That was the second
of over ten eventual re-writes, while I wrote the rest of the series.
I added another
twenty thousand words to the story, placing antagonist-related sections between
the research sections with my guys. It gave readers (and my characters) a
pressure to go on. If my main character, Paul Sirenne, didn't find the answers,
the Shadow-Killer would attack and kill him. After all that writing, the story
was too long, so I shaved it back down to one hundred and fifteen thousand
words, still keeping the storyline intact.
This was my
first lesson about pace. The more details I took out, the faster the story
went. My story had a current, carrying the reader on, no matter where they
dropped into the story. Storyline became everything. Details became sparse.
Eventually, I compared my story to a bobsled run. When the bobsled hit the
side, that was a detail, just enough to get you back on track.
I'd taken two
and a half years to write book one. Book two took one year, book three, eight
months. I was getting better. I could assemble a novel's storyline more easily.
Characters were developing their own voices, instead of the ones I tried to
give them, prompting more re-writes of book one. Each book of the series was an
improvement on the previous, with leaner, tighter text and faster pace. The
scope expanded with each book, until they became distinct levels from each
other.
In 2011, I
submitted 'The Caves of Etretat' to the Amazon Breakthrough contest (it got to
quarter-finals). One week later, my brother read it for the first time. His
reaction was:
"It's terrible. No one can read that. It's not
the story, the story's good. It's your writing."
I'd just
finished writing book four, in six months, feeling fantastic. I put it away, depressed
for days. Of course, I couldn't give up. I got back to the computer desk and
started editing with a vengeance. I worked on it for eight months, reviewing book
one six times. The process revealed more about me than the book. I had filled
the book with hesitations and sentence crutches. Useless sentence bits like 'I felt that I
could…' or 'It seemed that he was…' proliferated in the paragraphs.
Many sentences
intended to say something but the words weren't doing the job. I streamlined
every sentence with new-found skills. I learned to be brave, to let sentences
stand on their own, without crutch words. I found new ways to present action
sequences, improving the pacing. 'The Caves of Etretat' ended up at one hundred
and eight thousand words. I had removed over sixty-five thousand words.
The task continued in book two. My brother was
editing my edits and returning it to me, a counterpoint to my efforts. One day,
I noticed he was finding one problem per page, while I was noticing several problems
per paragraph. I had improved again, forcing me to go back and do more edits on
what I had already done. I had discovered Quantum Editing, the process where the
act of changing the novel changes the editor, forcing more changes on the book,
forcing more changes on the editor… etc.
Finally it was finished,
if such a task ever finishes.
It was all
there: the story, the pace, the scope, and, most of all, the answers to man's
most important question 'Why are we
here?', mixing religion with history, history with illusion, and illusion
with reality. Book one covers one hundred years and reads like an action/thriller,
focused on Etretat (think 'The Da Vinci Code' with an edge). Book two (The Four
Books of Etretat) takes off like a rabbit, covering thirty thousand years. It
involves the rest of the world in Sirenne's adventures, introducing immortality,
the worst serial killer you could imagine, and questions about the nature of
reality. Book three (The One Book of Etretat) covers sixty-five million years,
bringing quantum physics, religion, and all history, into the fold. Book four
(The Greyman) starts at the beginning of the universe and finishes at the
beginning of book one, explaining the reasons for everything, seen through the
eyes of an immortal Paul Sirenne. Because of the circular nature of the series,
book one can be re-read following book four. It becomes book five, continuing
the story and revealing hidden layers.
The last six
years have been a non-stop learning experience. I was always working at the
edge of my abilities, never sure I would succeed. The series taught me much
more than how to write a thriller or how to edit. It taught me about life's deepest
questions, providing the answers I had sought for so long. Those answers can be
found buried in the series, a message of hope and inspiration.
If you are
interested in finding out more about the Sirenne Saga series, please check out
my website www.mattchatelain.com . Books one and two ('The Caves of Etretat'
and 'The Four Books of Etretat') are available at Kindle, as Ebook, or at
Amazon, as hardcopy. My website has audio excerpts, character/author
interviews, and much more. I also hold a free monthly draw for signed copies of
the published series. All it takes is a few minutes to register. Check my
website for dates and prizes.
All four books
will be released in 2012. I plan my next two books to be a further exploration
into the thriller/action genre, hoping to write an ultimate treatment to
surpass Matt Reilly's 'Ice Station'. In the subtext, the series will deal with
man's obsession with money, the problems it brings, and one potential solution.
I will deepen my exploration of characters, intent on honing my writing skills.
I may even edit
'The Caves of Etretat' again!
The Caves of Etretat
by Matt
Chatelain
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BLURB:
In
2007, Canadian bookstore owner Paul Sirenne is suddenly thrust into a quest for
answers, when his parents are found brutally murdered, their bodies cut up and
shaped into the letters H.N. Finding a note inside his father's copy of 'The
Hollow Needle', by Maurice Leblanc, Sirenne is determined to uncover the roots
of his long-forgotten family secret.
He heads to the town of Etretat, France, on the trail of a hundred year old mystery hidden in the pages of the 'Hollow Needle'. Falling in love with Leblanc's great-granddaughter, he deals with puzzles, theories, codes and historical mysteries, leading him to believe that Leblanc held a secret war against Adolf Hitler, fighting for the control of an incredible complex of caves hidden in Etretat's chalk cliffs.
'THE CAVES OF ETRETAT' is the first in a four-book epic adventure following Paul Sirenne, an average man unknowingly manipulated into becoming the key in the final phase of a complex conspiracy spanning millennia. Inextricably woven into history, the series re-writes everything we know in a non-stop rollercoaster of a ride where nothing is ever as it seems.
He heads to the town of Etretat, France, on the trail of a hundred year old mystery hidden in the pages of the 'Hollow Needle'. Falling in love with Leblanc's great-granddaughter, he deals with puzzles, theories, codes and historical mysteries, leading him to believe that Leblanc held a secret war against Adolf Hitler, fighting for the control of an incredible complex of caves hidden in Etretat's chalk cliffs.
'THE CAVES OF ETRETAT' is the first in a four-book epic adventure following Paul Sirenne, an average man unknowingly manipulated into becoming the key in the final phase of a complex conspiracy spanning millennia. Inextricably woven into history, the series re-writes everything we know in a non-stop rollercoaster of a ride where nothing is ever as it seems.
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Excerpt
While I drove
toward my father's place, my rear view mirror allowed me the occasional glimpse
of a familiar vehicle and its driver, Norton. His companions were nowhere to be
seen. Perhaps he was intent on protecting me but I doubted it. His comments had seemed disjointed to me, despite the
circumstances. Everything he said had come across insincere, as if he were
following another agenda. I resolved to ignore
him for the time being. Let him do his watching.
To some,
police protection might seem comforting. To me, it felt like an irritant. I
preferred to mind my own business and for others to do the same, even in dire
circumstances. That way I hurt no one and no one got hurt. I almost changed my
opinion when I arrived at my father’s house. Even Norton's company would have
been preferable to that of my own thoughts. I hurried up the entrance staircase
and stopped in front of the door, taking a deep breath. I felt frozen in place,
unable to open it.
Breaking the
spell and forcing myself to move, I removed the police tape with a trembling hand and entered, closing the door behind me. I
looked around the entrance hallway. Everything looked normal but it felt wrong,
empty, too quiet. I walked into the living room and there it was: the bloody
outline of the H and the N. I was horrified by the bloodstained dots after each
gruesome letter, knowing what had left those imprints.
Seized by a
sudden, irresistible impulse, I ran to the kitchen, filled a large bucket with
hot water and picked up a heavy bristle brush.
Those stains
had to go!
I returned to
the living room, trying to stay calm, to think nothing about what the stains represented. I knelt down, splashed some
water on the floor, and began scrubbing the dark
stains. I didn’t care if I scratched the wood.
At some point, I started crying in great, wracking sobs, the tears streaming
down my cheeks, dripping onto the bloodstains on the floor.
By the time I
was done, my tears had dried, evaporated by a burning resolve unlike any I had
before. I did not know how, I did not know when, but I would catch that
monstrous killer. He would pay for what he had done.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Born in Ottawa, fifty-two years ago, I have been the owner of a used
bookstore I opened in Ontario, since 1990. I have been writing since I was ten.
Beginning with poetry, I quickly moved on to short stories and non-fiction
pieces. I stayed in that format for many years, eventually self-publishing a
franchise manual (How to Open Your Own Used Bookstore), as well as a variety of
booklets, such as 'How to Save Money at Home', 'Build a Greenhouse with Style'
and the ten booklet series of Eddy Brock, Brockville Detective.
Having semi-retired from the bookstore, I embarked on the project of
writing my first serious novel, which I expanded to a four book series after
discovering an incredible mystery hidden within Maurice Leblanc's books.
My interests are eclectic. I like Quantum Physics, Cosmology, history,
archaeology, science in general, mechanics, free power, recycling and re-use.
I'm a good handyman and can usually fix just about anything. I'm good with
computers. I love movies, both good and bad, preferring action and war movies.
I can draw and paint fairly well but am so obsessed with perspective and light
that I cannot think of much else. I am too detail oriented. Takes too long to
finish anything.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Yes, you need an antagonist or major obstacles or conflict. Hurdles for the characters to overcome.
ReplyDeletemarypres(AT)gmail(DOT)com
Wow, now that is persistence! Sounds like your work went through the same process a lump of coal does to become a diamond.
ReplyDeleteHi Alex, yes it was just like that. The original version bears little resemblance to the end product. However, it was a formative process. I was going through my own growth and the books were a cathartic aspect of that. The questions Paul asks in the last book: Why are we here?, and Is the universe real? were my questions. At one point, just before book four, my mother died. Her death (in a free story 'The Year Mom Died' on Smashwords.com)was instrumental in teaching me key concepts necessary to finish the series.
ReplyDeleteThe process seemed endless but I have learned a lot from it. My next novels are not going to require the formation again. It's all done. My six years of school is over.
Of course, that was primary school.
I'm always impressed and amazed at prolific writers...I don't know if I could reach 20,000 words in the first place, let alone get to the point where I could cut that many!
ReplyDeletevitajex(at)aol(dot)com
Hi vitajex
ReplyDeleteA thousand words a day can produce a complete book in less than three months. It's not by looking at the end number, it's how much you can write in a day.
It was really interesting reading about how you rewrote and redid this book. You did a great job.
ReplyDeleteThanks Momjane.
ReplyDeleteThat is certainly one way of polishing a story! I've gone through that kind of edit/drafting myself.
ReplyDeleteWowsers! That is one hardcore critic brother, but honestly I'd take one of those over a bunny fluff 'oh this is fabulous!' one any day.
ReplyDeleteWhat a long road and a lot of work, and boy, you wrote a ton! But you also learned a ton, and that's what leads to success! Congrats!
Angela