Here are some pics of me forging a knife the old skool Japanese way, in Japan at a little forge outside Kameoka. It’s a beautiful, peaceful place where mountains cut down sharply into lush fields through which deep rivers run and not all spirits are homeless.
Not only was making a knife fun, if you like being super-hot, on a hot day, while trying not to fuck things up kinda fun. It was an experience I’ll use in my writing, just like I use my experience with ye olde weapons, thieving, and murder. Okay not the last two, honest. But I know what it’s like to be in a shield wall, a musket block with cavalry bearing down, and to ride at the tilt. Alas, I also know what it’s like to set myself on fire (with my musket), get slightly blown up, trampled, break bones falling off a horse, and be stabbed and stitched, but those are stories for another day. Be assured however, if you read my novels you’ll get a taste of those things, hopefully as second-hand through the lens of fantasy, safely bound in the pages of a book. So yeah, I made a knife and it works, and here are some pictures.