April 30, 2021

The seeds that grew into the Band of Broken Gods

Writing, for me, is like planting an unknown seed. You water and weed for months, and are (hopefully pleasantly) surprised by whatever grows.

The seeds that grew into the Band of Broken Gods

For me, a book never grows out of a single idea. It's always a mix, a combination of thoughts that takes months (or sometimes years) to come together. I do remember, very clearly, when the first idea for Band of Broken Gods was planted in my head.

Three years ago, I was enjoying lunch with a friend, and after the meal, we were speaking of family, and of the lengths we'd travel to protect our children. Right away, the discussion felt like rich soil for a story. But the one idea didn't feel like enough. So I jotted down the idea and let it sit.

I blame Malazan for the next part of the idea. I loved the gods and ascendants of the story and the ways in which they chose to interact with the world.

Then the two ideas came together into one question: What lengths would a man, with the power of a god, go to to protect his daughter?

Band of Broken Gods was born.

As usually the case, the rough idea of the story I had in mind when I began was not the story that emerged. The metaphor of a seed is a good one. I'm a terrible gardener, and I recognize very few seeds on sight. Writing, for me, is like planting an unknown seed. You water and weed for months, and are (hopefully pleasantly) surprised by whatever grows.