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This week, Madame Sidler will be reading chapters 14-18 of The Warden and the Wolf King, plus the Annieriad interlude preceding chapter 14. Check back on Friday for an excerpt, and to share one of your own! In the meantime, come hang out with us in the forum.

The Valor of the High King

Kalmar is wonderful here. If you read the previous chapters, you'll know that he is struggling with something that weighs on him, and it will (spoiler alert?) keep weighing on him for awhile yet. But I love to see him run, and to fight for those he loves, and to be seen as a warrior by people who have been suspicious of him, and all this even before he has finished wrestling with the matter which haunts him. Take heart. We, too, can be both broken and valiant.


The Fang crackled into dust, and Kalmar plummeted to the earth. When he hit the snow, his teeth clacked together and every bone in his body shuddered. But seconds later he realized he was sliding, then tumbling downhill. Without wasting a moment to collect his wits, Kalmar found his feet and raced toward the Field of Finley, thinking not of the gathering monsters behind him but of his family, his friends, and the Hollowsfolk who needed his help.When at last Kalmar reached the hill that overlooked the encampment, his strength was spent. He stood on the hilltop, swinging his sword wildly at the cloud of beasts as they feinted and screamed and circled in the air.It was Carnack Ban Soran who saw him first. He was standing with his clansmen around a fire, holding a skewered hen leg over the flames when he glanced to the west. As he would later tell it, he saw a cloud of darkness whirling about the hilltop. He thought it was smoke, but instead of rising, it spun downward like a bewitched storm wind. Then he spotted Kalmar Wingfeather at the center of the churn, covered in green Fang blood and dust, wielding his sword like a hero of old. Ear piercing shrieks broke over the Field of Finley, yet through the awful sound cut the clear, golden voice of the High King of Anniera: “Help!”Arrows sprang from a hundred bows. The archers cleared the air of Bat Fangs in moments, then thousands of the fiercest fighters in Aerwiar poured over the hills to the aid of Ban Rona.Kalmar fell to his knees as the warriors raced past him. “Arrows . . . archers . . . to the Keep,” he panted. “Help them.”Then he collapsed into the snow.Carnack would later boast that it took two men to pry Kalmar’s fingers from the hilt of his sword.—From chapter 12, "The Center of the Storm."
What did you love best in this week's reading (chapters 7-13), or what passage leapt out at you this week from anywhere else in the books? Post it below!See you in the forum!

Where'd the Book Club go?

Can I help you?You may have noticed that the Book Club tab in the menu is gone! Never fear; we just changed it to Forum. We have a lot of great conversations going on in that forum—favorite Oskar quotes, conversations both silly and serious, book recommendations, Durgan sneakery, pronunciation guides. Andrew and I would love to welcome you to come hang out and make friends, even if you haven't been following along with the Ban Rona Book Club. But if you are reading with us... see you on Friday!::vanishes::Screenshot 2015-09-08 12.53.32

FAQ #2: How Long Does it Take to Write a Book?

A couple weeks ago I answered a question about inspiration. This question is a bit more practical, and I’m asked it at every single school visit.

How long does it take to write a book?

It’s a fair question. When you’ve never written a book, the task seems insurmountable. Hundreds and hundreds of pages of words, all telling a single story, sentences strung together in a way that will hopefully engage a reader for days or weeks, even months? How does it work?

In practical terms, I can tell you that my first book, On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness, took roughly five years. The learning curve was steep. I’ve never taken a single writing class (though I’ve taught one, which is hilarious to me), so I truly had no idea how to begin, or worse, how to finish. I bought lots of How to Be an Author in Five Easy Steps sorts of books, I read and read, made little notes, drew maps, and asked authors for advice. Finally one of those authors told me I was wasting my time reading all those books on writing, that the only way to learn to write is to write. It’s not fun advice, but it couldn’t be more true. Write, write, write. And it doesn’t mean you have to bang out a book in a month and let the rest of your life go to seed. It just means you need to write a little every day. I recently read a great interview with historian David McCullough, who’s written many books, and he said that he writes two pages a day. TWO PAGES  A DAY. That’s it. But if you think about it, that’s 700 pages a year, give or take. Seriously, folks, if you have time to manage a Facebook account, a Twitter account, and an Instagram account (and I sheepishly admit that I do), then there’s no reason you can’t carve out enough time to write two measly pages.

The only thing keeping you from it is you.

So how long does it take to write a first draft of a 284 page book? Well, it comes down to math. If I wrote two pages a day, it would take a little less than five months. That should be encouraging. It means you could have your first draft finished by this February, and the fun thing is that once you get into a groove you end up writing much more than just two pages a day. I bet you’ll finish even sooner.

One important thing to remember, though, is that your first draft will stink. It will stink to high heaven, as my dad used to say. It will stink like maggotloaf, like Fang sweat. However, the good news is that the first draft, for me, at least, is by far the most difficult part. Once you can write the words, “The End,” you can look at your story from a bird’s-eye-view and see what needs to be revised–and revision is the fun part. But before you revise a single word, you should throw yourself a party because writing two measly pages a day for several months is incredibly difficult. (I know I made it sound easy in the last paragraph, but I was just trying to pump you up.)

So why did it take me five years? Well, I’m counting from the night I drew my first map of Aerwiar till the day I went to Barnes and Noble and saw the Wingfeather Saga on the shelf (right next to Terry Pratchett and Phillip Pullman, which was crazy). Not long after I started writing the actual book I realized I needed to write histories, backstories, and character descriptions. Then, after my first draft was finished I had to revise every single page, and when I finished that I had to do it all over again. And that was before I sent the book to my editor, who tore it to shreds. The book went through about five revisions before it got to its published form–and even now when I flip through that first book I wish I could revise it a few more times.

There you have it. In the words of Shank Po, “Get thee busy.”

Lost in the snowy woods

Thorks! Is there any man, woman, child, or beast who would not be horrified by the hideousness of the thork's slinking composition and needle-sharp teeth? The very sight of them is enough to drive the stoutest heart to quivering and madness! And yet, this paragraph's vastness and beauty laugh at the horror of thorks and their squirming.


After a few minutes of hard running, Janner and Baxter burst from the line of the forest and tumbled into the snow.When he had caught his breath, Janner stood and brushed himself off, making sure they had left the thorks behind. The sun had crested the horizon and it gilded the wintry hilltops stretching away for miles. It was beautiful country, and the vastness reminded Janner not only that he was far from home—but that he was lost. Whichever way Baxter had come into the woods to find him, it wasn’t here. And there was no way Janner was going back into those woods to find the trail. Part of him was glad, because it meant the test was fair again, and with a prayer of thanksgiving for Leeli he sat next to Baxter, relishing the sun’s warmth as he finished the breakfast the thorks had interrupted. He was surprised to realize that, alone in the bright snowy morning, he was happy.—From chapter 5, "Thork Whacking"
Pick a favorite excerpt from your reading this week (from chapters 1-6 or anywhere else), and post it below! Then, come hang out with us in the forum. I'd love to hear some stories about blindplopping! :-)p.s. Have you preordered Andrew's new album yet? ;-)

Things to come

Here, dear readers, is the beginning of the newest little building at the Warren: Andrew's very first writing cottage.Writing cottageAndrew is excited, dreaming of new songs and stories. I am excited, too, because new stories mean new characters, and new characters are basically new little brothers and sisters and fourth-aunt-cousins for his older characters. :-)Let's pretend we are sitting in the grass and dreaming along with Andrew. Feel the coolness of the grass and the warmth of sunlight on your face, and let your heart wander. What new worlds will be born here?::deep breath:: How happy!Also: We're working on building an FAQ page. It's not quite finished yet, but you can click the link in the menu above to see what we've got so far. If we're missing anything (and I promise we are), leave us a comment and we'll get right on it.And some music news: Andrew's new album will be available for preorder tomorrow! It won't ship until October, but if you preorder you'll get three songs right away. :-)


This week, Madame Sidler and the Ban Rona Book Club will begin reading The Warden and the Wolf King! If you'd like to join us, we'll be reading chapters 1-6. Come back on Friday for an excerpt, and to share what you've been reading! Meanwhile, come play with us in the forum. We'd love to hang out with you.

To War

Dear readers, we have reached the end of The Monster in the Hollows. We have laughed and cried together. We have yearned and talked and felt deeply. What a joy and a privilege it is to read these stories with you. Next week: The Warden and the Wolf King!


[Rudric] turned to his people and mounted the crate again.“Countrymen! If there is evil in the world, it will find its way into the Green Hollows, no matter how vigilant our watch. If there is evil in the world, should not the warriors of the Green Hollows meet it?”As Janner listened, Rudric changed the Green Hollows forever.The histories of the Third Epoch tell how at the harbor of Ban Rona that night, Rudric ban Yorna and the Wolf King of Anniera mustered the Hollowsfolk to war. Word spread throughout the land that the Durgans were readying for battle. Dogs carried messages to the Outer Vales and the cities of the hills and all the villages between, calling for arms and anyone brave enough to wield them against Gnag the Nameless and the Fangs of Dang.As winter fell, weapons were forged, timber was harvested, ships were built, and food was stored. Among the fields and hills of the Green Hollows, an army prepared for battle. They gathered their strength, and they waited. In the fullness of time, when the winter faded and the spring brought the thaw, the free people of Aerwiar would go to war.And the Jewels of Anniera would lead them.—From chapter 60, "The Keeper and the High King."
Post an excerpt below—one from this week's reading (chapters 54-60), or your favorite from The Monster in the Hollows, or from whatever part of the series you're reading right now. I love reading with you! And stop by the forum before you go. :-) We've even got a special thread for super-spoilery favorite excerpts.See you next week!  

FAQ #1: Where Do You Get Your Inspiration?

Greetings, Wingfeather fans!

Over the past few years I’ve had the great pleasure of visiting schools to talk about the Wingfeather Saga, and there are several questions that I’m asked every single time. I figured it would be fun to share some of those questions and answers here.

Where did you get your inspiration?

The answer here overlaps quite a bit with songwriting. The biggest thing is this: by paying attention. I don’t mean to make it sound as if that’s easy. It’s not. But the act–the discipline, rather–of paying attention is something you have to fight for. Life goes by pretty quickly (quicker the older you get) and it’s all too easy to let it slip by without your brain turned on. You mean to write songs, or to write a new chapter outline for your story, and then you look up and realize a month has gone by and you haven’t really added to your mental arsenal of ideas by taking the time to write down the little moments of surprise or wonder or sadness.

It’s always good to take stock of what’s happening by writing it down in a poem, by drawing a picture of a tree, or by learning the name of that butterfly you always see fluttering around the zinnias. That’s the first part of the answer. Cultivate your curiosity. In the age of iPhones and the Internet, it’s easier than ever to take a second and google “Tennessee wildflowers” to discover a little more about black-eyed susans or spicebush swallowtails. I’m not saying I do this all the time, but I’m always aware of the conflict that exists between letting those things escape your attention and forcing yourself to dig in and learn something new about the world around you. This is also true of humans, by the way–stop and ask yourself why you feel the way you do about something someone said or did, have a conversation with them to better learn about who they are or what makes them tick. It doesn’t always lead to some revelation that will make its way into your story, but sometimes it does. This is the life you’ve been given, and one way of giving thanks is to harbor some wonder for it. Pay attention.

The other part of the inspiration answer is this: READ. Read all the time. Read widely. I’ve heard a lot of people say that you should study your genre, as in, if you want to write fantasy novels, then read tons of fantasy; if you want to write historical fiction, read lots of that. Well, I don’t want to be contrary, but I think that sticking too close to the genre will hurt your writing. The truth is, in any given genre, there is a pretty narrow sliver that’s truly excellent. Take fantasy, for example. Other than The Lord of the Rings, there just aren’t that many fantasy novels out there that transcend the genre and become widely accepted as Great Literature. (I don’t just mean your favorites–I have lots of guilty pleasures when it comes to fantasy novels, but I’m also ready to admit that they’re not that well-written.) The point is this: there are so many great books out there waiting to be read, and you may be surprised how much you like, say, a book about the Chicago World’s Fair, or a battle in India in 1798,or a battle on Mars in 2037, or theology, or poetry. Writer Alan Jacobs says in his book The Pleasures of Reading in an Age of Distraction that Whim should guide a big part of your reading list. He means that you should forget all those “100 Books to Read Before You Die” lists and just let a sense of whim guide your reading. I guarantee you’ll be surprised. This doesn’t mean you should turn off your discernment, but that you should be willing to eat your vegetables. Try something new, and you might fall down a rabbit hole of great books you never would have read otherwise.

Then, when you come back to write your fantasy novel, your arsenal is jam-packed with new information, examples of good sentences, characters, settings, and stories.

Finally, I would be remiss not to mention that, as a Christian, I believe that God is the source of everything beautiful and good and true. I heard somewhere that whenever Bach sat down to compose a piece of music he wrote at the top of every manuscript, “Jesu juva.” Jesus, help. If Bach needed that kind of help, I know I need it about a thousand times more. So there you go. Pay attention. Read good books. Ask for help from the ultimate helper.

So have you ever been surprised by a book you thought you’d never read? Have you learned the names of those flowers in your neighbor’s yard yet?