Blame the Odyssey
Published: Jun 09, 2017 10:41:03 amCamilla Ochlan
My love of reading fantasy and science fiction clearly determined my choice to write in the genre. But where did that eternal, unshakeable love come from? What formed my writing brain? What made me such a weird kid? I blame THE ODYSSEY. When I was eight years old I discovered the tales of Odysseus struggling to get home. I listened to the audio drama on my little kid record player over and over again -- until I had the lines memorized, until I could recite the episodes in my sleep.
I didn't know that THE ODYSSEY was a classic. I actually thought that it was my story, told just for me, my secret knowledge, my superpower. I felt that I knew something arcane about the world that nobody else knew (or so I thought). I was delighted to find D'Aulaires Book of Greek Myths in the library and couldn't believe my luck when I found a book of Norse myths on my stepsister's bookshelf. Indiana Jones couldn't have been more excited when he finally snagged that golden idol. I really thought I had uncovered ancient, forgotten lore. And in a way, I had because I internalized the hero's journey so early on that it became my foundation for understanding story. Without realizing it, I judge all stories -- subconsciously -- against Homer. And that can't be so bad. Knowledge and endless wonder is there for the taking, but just because a book sits on a shelf (or on a Kindle) doesn't mean that anyone will crack it open and discover the joy of becoming engrossed in a story.
I devoured books as a child, always looking for that next great story. This never-sated hunger led me to find so many wonderful tales over the years, from THE BELGARIAD to THE FINNOVAR TAPESTRY, from Valdemar to Xanth, from Katherine Kurtz to Neil Gaiman.
And eventually I went from tracking down the best fantasy stories I could read to trying to write some fantasy stories myself. My first series -- THE WEREWOLF WHISPERER (co-written with Bonita Gutierrez) -- is a genre-bending, dark urban fantasy/science fiction take on the evolution of the human race via a werewolf virus. But with the OF CATS AND DRAGONS series, I am returning to my roots: epic fantasy, magic, creatures, adventure, heroes, and a huge sense of wonder. I am so thrilled that Carol and I are finally sharing these stories, and I hope they bring others as much joy as they have brought me. But no matter where this ends, it all started with a blind Cyclops and a clever Greek who was just trying to get home.