Apparently, all my life, I have been reading and listening to works by Jane Austen that are abridged. I read somewhere that the abridged books are best because Miss Austen tended to preach her fondest ideas which applied to her own time and would bore the modern reader. I have just discovered that this is not the case. I am listening to Pride and Prejudice, Unabridged, and discovering nuances that make the whole thing more well rounded.
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If you write historical fiction or if you write something that has ties to the past, you may need to do some research to find out what people did back then For instance, in Regency England there were few hospitals and while doctors made house calls, they were not well trained in stuff we take for granted today. Like cleanliness. Continue reading “How Did They?”
Plato wrote in The New Republic that Necessity is the Mother of Invention. I agree on a small scale, such as you are in a public restroom and the stall doesn’t have a working latch. You get a big enough wad of paper or the cardboard from the seat liners and wedge that between the door and frame. Or the well-known dad’s solution to ripping the tapes off a diaper: Duct tape the thing on. Continue reading “Invention”
Last time, I looked at the history of servants, which is tied closely to slavery. Not just in the southern states of the USA, but all over the world. Today, I want to look specifically at the Regency and Victorian servants. Very little changed for the serving class between those eras.
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In a Romance novel, the sense of touch is important. The touch of his hand on her cheek, the touch of his breath as he leans in to kiss her, the touch of fire in her body as she recognizes her attraction to him. The touch of her satin gown as he slides it off her shoulders. The soft fur of the cat which insists on sitting on his lap. Continue reading “Senses and History, Part Two: Touch”
Many of my blog ideas come to me while I am walking my dog or doing gardening. These are also the times when the best story plot twists arrive in my brain. Sadly, I usually lose those because I don’t write them down or my hands are too dirty to pull out my phone and make a verbal memo. I’m totally waiting for my brain implant that Bluetooth’s me to a central computer network.
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Oppressed people always touch my heart and soul. Maybe in a past life I suffered through slavery or resettlement or pogroms. Maybe my belief that what happens to any one person on the planet happens to all of us sways my feelings. But for whatever reason, I carry it as a burden. Continue reading “Winners Write History”