Today, I have Matt Chatelain visiting.
'The Caves of Etretat' started off as a
stream of consciousness ramble. It had no pace, no purpose. Research revealed
two things. One, a real historical mystery in Etretat, a small town in France
and the home of Maurice Leblanc, author of Arsene Lupin novels. Two, a
connection to my first book, the Greyman, an early, failed attempt to express
my spiritual views in an action format.
My first submission to an agent resulted in
a rejection. No big surprise. The good thing was that it came with advice. My
story was too long (150,000 words). It needed to be reduced by thirty thousand
words. That was my introduction to the editing process. The agent also said my
story had no pace. That too, was no surprise. I had no real antagonist. My
second re-write introduced the most heinous serial-killer you could imagine,
haunting the main character's footsteps (Paul Sirenne).
Now my characters had to hurry, to find the
information, before the killer caught up to them. Pace was born. It had by no
means matured. It took a few more years of editing to bring that about. My
editing process was one of self-revelation, exposing my every error to the
naked eye. Some of the revelations were very interesting.
Writing about action was challenging
because it subconsciously connected to my own real fears of confrontation. When
I wrote about Sirenne closing his hand into a fist and punching Norton in the
jaw, my heart was jumping in my chest, as if it was I who was doing it. I felt real
fear. It controlled my writing softening it, often stopping me from going as
far as I should in the action scenes.
This inner resistance to action spurred me
on to write more action scenes, to push myself, my real self, to open up. I
succeeded beyond my wildest expectations. In book two, I developed the
character of the antagonist, a monstrous serial killer. Here's a single quote
from his book two journal:
"I
questioned him while filleting his feet."
Writing that line would have been
originally impossible. In the end, I found it funny (still do), as opposed to
horrific. My antagonist had infested me with his viewpoint on life. I have not
killed anybody, so the take-over has limits, but it illustrates the changes
that occurred within me during the series development.
After writing the four books, I find myself
still bitten by the action bug. I always admired Matt Reilly, for his mastery
of the genre. I decided that my next book will be an ultimate exploration of
the genre. Hopefully, I will succeed.
If you want more information about four
books, check out my website, www.mattchatelain.com . It has a 2500 word essay
about writing the series. It has a few spoilers but it reveals many curious
things that happened to me in the last six years. Drop me a note, or sign up
for my free book contest while you're there.
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.
EXCERPT:
The moment his eyes dropped, I took
off running, knowing exactly where I was going thanks to Coulter’s map. I had
never broken any speed records before but, at that moment, I felt as if I were
moving like a train, barrelling non-stop across the landscape, increasing my
momentum and distance with every second. His pistol's barrel was too short for
any type of accuracy. If he wanted to shoot me, he would have to catch me and I
wasn’t planning to give him the chance!
Coulter kept scrolling the map on the
screen, showing me exactly where I had to go, cheering me on all the while. I
heard Norton yelling and risked a single glance backwards. He was hobbling
after me at a decent pace, using his cane to lop forward, his pistol waving
around with every step.
He looked angry.
I heard some car doors slam and more
screaming in the distance. The Vallin brothers were in the parking lot, running
all out toward Norton. They were both brandishing bats and waving them madly. I
kept running, aiming directly for the cleft. I headed down, mostly sliding on
one foot, dangerously out of control. Norton was closer behind me than I
would’ve liked.
“Watch it, you’re going to lose it,
you’re going to lose it... No... You’re fine, doing good, now be careful,
here’s the stairs...” Coulter yammered on in my ear, keeping up a running
commentary. I had to slide to a desperate stop right above the rusty steps.
They were clogged with silt and sand that had come down from the cleft. I saw
signs warning tourists off and bars blocking the staircase. Coulter screamed:
“Just go for it, Norton’s right behind
you.”
Incredibly, Norton was sliding down
the cleft on his good foot, using his branch to balance himself. He was coming
down fast, still holding his gun, determined to catch me.
BIO:
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.
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.
Website: http://www.mattchatelain.com
Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100003486781507
CONTEST!!
Matt
will be awarding a $20 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour as well as to the host whose post receives the most comments (excluding
his or the host's) during the tour.
