A Pulitzer Prize is one of the many awards Brennan accumulated during his 22-year newspaper career. The
Starting out as a sportswriter in
In 1996, Brennan transitioned into the nonprofit sector, spending 12 years as VP Operations for The Bowery Mission and six years as Chief Administrative Officer for Care for the Homeless,
Terry and his wife, Andrea, now live in
When I first started writing, it was a lot. The protagonist
in my first book, Tom Bohannon in The
Sacred Cipher, was nearly a clone. He was a reporter at The Bulletin in Philadelphia and executive at The Bowery
Mission on the Lower East Side of New York. He even looked like me—at one time
that is—in my younger years. His wife, Annie, was a very close replica of my
wife, Andrea. So, a great deal of his backstory was a carbon copy of my life.
Ideally, you can/should only model a character after
yourself once.
However, I would say there is some part of me in many of the
compatible characters I write: my worldview; my faith; the pillars of character
upon which I’ve built my life.
I’ve also found that I often take episodes, vignettes from
my life and apply them to the lives of my characters, particularly if I’m trying
to “flesh out” a character’s motivation for why they would do some of the things
I’m asking them to do.
All those things—my character traits and life experiences—often
emerge from my characters, whether the characters are male or female.
Author Patricia Hickman teaches that you should take
personal experiences and layer your plot or characters over those personal
experiences to bring a depth of realism to the emotions being presented. It
works.
My villains are pretty ruthless, so I hope there is no part
of me lurking in their shadows. And the villain in the Empires of Armageddon series,
The Turk, is an other-worldly agent of evil incarnate. Yikes!
What is the quirkiest
thing you have ever done?
Going sledding at 2:00 a.m. in the morning (after we had
gotten that day’s edition of the local newspaper on the press and running) with
one of the news editors, my good buddy, Vince. We went to a golf course he knew
had a great hill with incredible launching ramps that summered as sand traps. We
climbed the chain link fence and lifted ourselves over the barbed wire on top.
It was still. Quiet. Ice crystals in the air. Blackness against the white snow.
The first run was a blur of fear and fun and flash…screaming
and laughing and trying to hang on. Since we had only one sled, we were riding
as a double-decker…Vince on top. My eyes were stinging from the flying snow
that peppered my face as we hurtled down the hill. So, I didn’t see the dark
slash across the ground until after Vince had launched himself away at the very
last moment. But I do remember hitting the water as the sled and I plunged into
an icy stream…truly, a water hazard.
I do remember Vince, running around in this huge circle,
laughing like a crazed hyena, particularly when he looked at me. I remember,
soaked to the skin, there was smoke rising from my clothes in the frozen night.
I remember it got harder to move the farther up the hill I got toward the
fence–and the promised warmth of my car.
And I remember getting to the fence and recognizing that my
clothes were frozen solid. Nothing bent anymore.
Amazingly, somehow, I got to the top of the fence (no credit
to Vince), with no way to navigate the barbed wire. So I threw myself–launched
myself as an icy missile–over the top of the barbed wire and slammed into the
snow on the ground on the other side. I was lying in the snow with Vince
running in circles again, howling at the human popsicle.
When did you first
discover that you were a writer?
I think I was born a writer…it was the way God wired me. But
I didn’t become aware of it until I was a freshman in high school.
My freshman English teacher (ironically, my future wife’s
cousin) was quite a unique and eccentric character. In his class, you could
only use a fountain pen–never a ball point pen; all of us (young men in a
Catholic boy’s school) were required to use our full names at all times,
including a middle initial; and we were constantly instructed that gentlemen,
when standing, never clasp their hands in front of themselves (only monkeys and
apes do that), but always clasp their hands behind their backs.
See…the guy made an impact.
But, for me, the best part was that he would give us unique
writing assignments. One assignment was, Why My Meatball Doesn’t Bounce. Another
was, Blue and Bluer. For Blue and Bluer, I wrote a science fiction story about
two twins on Mars, one a little bluer than the other. My teacher demanded to know
where I stole the story idea–which I hadn’t. That was the start. And, for the
most part, I’ve written ever since.
Tell us the range of
the kinds of books you enjoy reading.
That’s an interesting question. A couple of my oldest
friends and I started a book club several years ago, FTOB (Fellowship of the
Book—not very original). Our stated intention was to read a book of fiction one
month and then read a book of nonfiction the following month—hopefully a book
that would stretch or inform our faith. We’ve stuck pretty close to the
formula.
This list from last year will give you an idea of our range.
Death Comes for the
Archbishop by Dorothy Sayer
Elephant Company by
Vicki Croke
Rescuing the Hidden
Hearts of Men (an un-published manuscript I have been writing)
Knowing God by
J.I. Packer
A Harvest of Thorns
by Corban Addison
Just Mercy by Bryan
Stevenson
The Jesus I Never Knew
by Philip Yancey
Three Men in a Boat
by Daniel James Brown
The Purpose Driven
Life by Rick Warren
While reading all these books with the club, I’ve read
dozens on my own—primarily suspense and action/adventure are what I enjoy the
most. The trouble is trying to find good books that aren’t polluted by filth.
That is the hardest task. But I recently found a series I really enjoyed, the
Charles Lenox mystery series by Charles Finch. They are well written, good
plots, rich story world, and clean.
I so understand the
search for good books that are clean. That’s one of the reasons for this blog. How
do you keep your sanity in our run, run, run world?
Pasta Wednesdays. That’s one way. Almost every Wednesday
evening our daughter brings her two children (7 and 2) over to our home for
Andrea’s pasta and meatballs. It’s a bit of a rush as we only have a few hours
before the 2-year-old needs to go to bed. But every week it’s a gift.
Another way is that we have only one car and Andrea “nannies”
our grandchildren four days a week while our daughter works. When Andrea is working,
running after the grandkids, I can’t run-run at all.
But my peace comes from the covenant time I spend with God…reading
Scripture, reading my regular devotionals, and journaling, where I share my
thoughts with God and write down his responses. I’ve been writing in journals
for nearly 30 years. It’s been a source of peace and truth for three decades.
How do you choose
your characters’ names?
Boy…a number of different ways. I used to watch the screen
credits of movies to see what names jumped out at me as interesting, or that
sounded right. I’ve taken names from business signs. I’ve used the names of
people I know (such as my sisters) who gave me their permission.
A few years ago, I was speaking at a luncheon for the
Friends of the Bonita Springs Library in Florida
and held a raffle. The “winner” could have me use their name in my next novel.
Well, the winner asked me to use her mother’s name instead. So, I wrote a
character in the current series named Ruth Hughes. She’s a former VP and board
member of ARAMCO, the Saudi/US oil company, now chief political officer at the US embassy in Israel . A respected, professional
businesswoman. Turns out the real Ruth Hughes, which I didn’t know until after
the first book was written, was also a highly respected businesswoman in Detroit who was active in
both industry and social justice organizations. She was honored as one of Detroit ’s Top Ten Working
Women.
What is the
accomplishment that you are most proud of?
When I was editor of The
Mercury in Pottstown , Pennsylvania , I led a team of people to
winning the Pulitzer Prize for editorial writing. That was satisfying.
In 1989, I helped launch what may have been the last major
metropolitan daily newspaper startup, The
St. Louis Sun, when I led a national recruiting tour to enlist the best journalists
in the country to join its staff. That was exciting.
But I’m most proud of the work I did in New York City for The Christian Herald, the parent organization that operated The
Bowery Mission and other ministries serving homeless people in NYC. Under my
direction and guidance, we completed the first major renovation of the Mission ’s entire
four-building complex in nearly 100 years. And early this century, I was
instrumental in securing The Christian
Herald’s largest philanthropic gift … a five-story, double-wide brownstone
building on the Upper East Side of Manhattan—a building that became The Bowery
Mission Women’s Center. That changed lives.
Sounds exciting and
wonderful. If you were an animal, which one would you be, and why?
I used to say a mountain goat. Today, more like a grandpa mountain
goat. Not as frisky, not as much energy, but still determined and diligent.
What is your favorite
food?
Chicken pot pie–but only the way my wife makes it, with an
absolutely awesome pastry crust.
I love homemade
Chicken pot pie. What is the problem with writing that was your greatest
roadblock, and how did you overcome it?
I had no formal training in journalism. I went to college to
become a teacher. Everything I learned about being a journalist I learned on
the fly, in the doing of it.
The same thing is true of my writing career. I’ve had no
formal training in novel writing, except that which I was fortunate enough to
gain from the now-famous “Nangie” seminars that authors Angela Hunt and Nancy
Rue presented at Christian writer’s conferences.
Everything else, I’ve learned from the seat of my pants or,
more accurately, from sitting in front of a computer screen and allowing my
fingers to run along at the same speed as my imagination. Now that’s good for writing
a story, but it doesn’t always work for writing a good novel. I’ve found that I often write myself into
dead ends that I can’t escape. Or I write a lot about stuff that has no real
place in that particular book and has to be discarded (sometimes to be resurrected
elsewhere, but not always).
I waste a lot of time running down rabbit trails that have
no lasting value or writing scenes or chapters that need to be discarded
altogether. And I also lose a lot of time engaged in research that proves to be
much more than I need.
The ultimate “problem” with my unschooled approach is that
the burden often falls on the shoulders of my editors to bring me back to earth—guiding
me to write “complete story arcs” or to fully develop “character motivation” or
to write plot elements that don’t spill over the limits of plausibility.
Because I write thrillers—action/adventure stories that are
often global in scope, with many characters—one way I’ve developed to keep my
thoughts, my plots, more organized is developing detailed, exhaustive timeline/outlines
on Excel spreadsheets that list the key elements of each chapter along with a
time/date stamp for each chapter and sub-section within a chapter. These
spreadsheets are critical to keeping things straight—who, what, when, where,
how.
My writing style is generally that of a gardener (plant a
seed, put it in the light, give it some water and see what grows) rather than
an architect. So, the timeline/outlines have become vital tools to keep me more
organized. And help me deliver more coherent manuscripts to my editors.
Tell us about the
featured book.
It started with one idea. That three ancient empires of the
East—Persian, Ottoman and Islamic—appeared to be on the cusp of rising again.
Taking that idea, I wondered how this potential clash of
empires might impact current history, future events, and the viability of the
Jewish state. One conclusion was that an emergent Persian Empire—an alliance
between the majority Shia governments of Iran and Iraq—would drive their
ancient enemies, the Sunni Arabs of Saudi Arabia, into a treaty and mutual
defense pact with, of all people, Israel…hence, the Ishmael Covenant, the
sons of Ishmael and Isaac joined together once again.
The idea caught fire when I was introduced to the Vilna
Gaon. The Genius of Vilnius, or Vilna Gaon, Rabbi Elijah ben Solomon Zalman,
was the most revered Talmudic scholar of his time, the late 18th century. In
2014, his great-great-grandson revealed a prophecy the Vilna Gaon wrote two
hundred and twenty years before: “When you hear that the Russians have captured
the city of Crimea ,
you should know that the Times of the Messiah have started, that his steps are being
heard.” Only months before, in the spring of 2014, Russian troops had invaded
the Ukraine and swept
through the Crimean
Peninsula .
I took the idea of the rising empires, the premise of an
unexpected treaty between Israel and all its Arab neighbors, wrapped it up in
the Vilna Gaon’s Messianic prophecy, speculated that the Gaon wrote a second
prophecy that was yet to be revealed, and started writing.
Of course, I had to populate the story with characters:
Brian Mullaney, Regional Security Officer for the Diplomatic Security Service,
responsible for the security of US Ambassador to Israel, Joseph Atticus
Cleveland; and their adversary, the Turk, an otherworldly agent of evil who
pursued, and wished to destroy, the prophecies of the Vilna Gaon since they
were first written in 1794. The Turk and his demonic master, the One, are
driven by a singular purpose—if they can prevent the fulfillment of one
Biblical prophecy about the Messiah, they will invalidate every other prophecy,
and thus rewrite the end of Scriptures. Reverse the result of the battle of
Armageddon.
Sounds intriguing. Please
give us the first page of the book.
Prologue
1794
This time evil came riding on shafts of lightning, thunder
its rapacious roar—torrents of pounding, cold rain hurtled out of the blackened
sky for hours on end.
Yehuda pulled his fox-lined cape more tightly around his
body, his left hand gripping it securely against his neck, his right hand
throbbing in pain as his mule jerked against the reins with every bolt and
bellow from the skies. “Papa . . . please. We should seek shelter
from this storm.”
The dark shape ahead of him, nearly obscured by the downpour,
wrestled his mule to a stop on the narrow, muddy path through the tall pine
forest. As Yehuda came alongside in the enveloping blackness of the storm, he
didn’t like the look of his aged father—fiery determination in his eyes, yes,
but a sallow, sunken exhaustion in his face.
“We push on, Yehuda. We cannot, we must not, turn back
again. Tonight, we cross the Prieglius.”
A chest-rattling cough was muted by his expansive white
beard as he turned away from his son and kicked his mule forward.
His father was as stubborn as this mule. Yehuda knew his
father feared this would be his last opportunity, his last chance to make his
desperate pilgrimage to Jerusalem .
But the hounds of hell were surely unleashed against them. Evil had stalked
their days and threatened their nights ever since they left Vilna, only eight
days past. Hooded bandits on black stallions hunted for them in the dense
Lithuanian forest and thieving Gypsies swept down on their camp in the
blackness before dawn. Only the sharp eyes and ears of Itzak, his father’s servant,
allowed them to escape unharmed. But this rain . . . this rain would
not relent.
And neither would this Talmudic scholar.
Yehuda’s aged father was no ordinary pilgrim. Renowned as
the Vilna Gaon, or genius of Vilna, Rabbi Elijah ben Shlomo Zalman was a Torah
prodigy from the age of seven. As a result of his great wisdom and his
extraordinary comprehension of both Torah and secular knowledge, the often
reclusive Gaon spent forty years writing voluminous corrective notes to the
ancient texts of his people, particularly the Talmud. Now approaching
seventy-four years, Yehuda’s father was regarded as the most influential Jewish
writer of his time. There was almost no ancient Torah text that did not bear
his notes.
How can readers find
you on the Internet?
Website: https://www.terrybrennanauthor.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/terrbrennan1
Thank you, Terry, for
sharing this new book with my blog readers and me. Your description of the book
and the first page have pulled me right into the story.
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6 comments:
Hello Lena and Terry! I enjoyed the interview and learning more about the ISHMAEL COVENANT. I'm adding it to my TBR.
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Thank you for introducing me to a new author. Blessings from WV.
Ishmael Covenant sounds like a great read. Thanks for sharing!
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I was automatically pulled into this story. The interview was filled with promising tidbits for any aspiring writer.
Can't wait to read its entirety.
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Thanks for all the positive comments. I hope you all enjoy reading the book as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please post your reviews on Amazon … every review helps. Blessings. Terry
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