Dream Stories

I have a mental list of stories I want to write. Also a list I’d like to revisit, that I attempted but never completed to my satisfaction. And a few files that are nothing but a few sentences, that just flowed out of my fingers in that strange, almost-subconscious way that always astonishes me when it happens.

Right now, of course, those stories must remain dreams. I have a certain amount of time, and all of it goes toward meeting my deadline for my next novel for Spice; and once I’ve turned that one in, there’s one more after it.

I can still dream, though.

I want to write a werewolf marriage of convenience. I might propose that plot for my next Spice book, if The Moonlight Mistress does well enough. Ideas for this one are already forming in my head – themes and problems for the characters to face and, lately, settings. It helps that I already know the characters somewhat. I’d also love to do a Steampunk Western – I already have some characters for that, as well, and the beginnings of the worldbuilding.

To be truthful, I have myriad ideas for stories set during and immediately after World War One. And I already have plenty of research material on hand for them.

But I’d also like to return to a science fiction project from many years ago. I think it would actually benefit from having the erotic element increased, even if it didn’t quite become an erotic novel. I love the world I created, and the implications of it are endless; I could go wild with thematic import. It’s probably not very salable, but I would have a blast writing it.

And I want to write things I haven’t tried before. I’m curious whether I could write a category romance. I’d like to write a historical romance novel with a marriage of convenience so I could see how writing those works from the inside. I’d like to write a young adult fantasy; I have old drafts of several different projects that I could revisit. And I’ve long had notes for a novel about musicians, set at a college, that wouldn’t have any speculative elements at all.

What about you? What’s your dream project?

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Siegfried Sassoon, "Aftermath"

It’s Armistice/Remembrance/Veterans’ Day today.


Aftermath

Have you forgotten yet?…
For the world’s events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:
And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow
Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you’re a man reprieved to go,
Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare.
But the past is just the same–and War’s a bloody game…
Have you forgotten yet?…
Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you’ll never forget.

Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz–
The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?
Do you remember the rats; and the stench
Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench–
And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain?
Do you ever stop and ask, ‘Is it all going to happen again?’

Do you remember that hour of din before the attack–
And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then
As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men?
Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back
With dying eyes and lolling heads–those ashen-grey
Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?

Have you forgotten yet?…
Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you’ll never forget.

March 1919.

–Siegfried Sassoon, Picture-Show, 1920

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Georgette Heyer Recommendations

Is anyone out there a Heyer Virgin? I suspect many of you aren’t, but just in case you’ve always been told you need to read some Georgette Heyer, but had no idea where to start, here’s a quick list to start you off.

These Old Shades has a hero who is actually a sort of nasty person instead of just pretending to be so, and a cross-dressing heroine who is…well, kind of violent. And that’s why I love them. Try The Black Moth as an interesting compare/contrast to These Old Shades.

A Civil Contract is a Marriage of Convenience story. And also very different from most of Heyer’s work. A friend once compared it to Persuasion. The closest to it among Heyer’s own work is probably The Quiet Gentleman, also a book I love.

Venetia is probably the best for witty dialogue (at which Heyer is very skilled), and also for a rake who really feels like a rake and isn’t actually sorry for it, and a heroine who doesn’t really mind.

Finally, Sylvester, or The Wicked Uncle. Not because of the great bits in which the heroine casts the hero as the villain of her Gothic novel, but because of some subtle characterization that really struck home for me.

And now I need to go and do some re-reading.

Here’s a post at Teach Me Tonight about the recent Re-reading Georgette Heyer conference.

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Visiting Star-Crossed Romance Today


I’m visiting at Star-Crossed Romance today, talking about Multi-Purpose Worldbuilding in Moonlight Mistress.

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Leçons de plaisir – Happy Book Birthday to my French edition!


Leçons de plaisir

Au moment de prendre la fuite, la duchesse Camille n’imaginait pas une seule seconde que ce voyage forcé jusqu’aux confins du royaume allait prendre une tournure si… excitante. Une seule chose comptait alors : fuir loin de son terrible mari, le duc Michel, décidé à se débarrasser d’elle par tous les moyens. Aussi avait-elle demandé à ses plus fidèles serviteurs de l’accompagner : Sylvie, sa servante aussi dévouée que débrouillarde, Kaspar, son garde si loyal, et Henri, le jeune palefrenier qui avait toujours eu une place particulière dans son coeur. Tous, ils avaient accepté sans hésiter, trop heureux de pouvoir servir leur maîtresse. Et ils l’avaient servie au-delà de toute attente : jusque dans ses moindres désirs… Doublant, à eux quatre, cette fuite vers la liberté de troublantes leçons de plaisir…

The translation is available at Amazon France  and Harlequin France.

Victoria Janssen ne pourrait pas vivre sans livres, qu’elle dévore avec un insatiable appétit quand elle n’est pas elle-même en train d’en écrire: romances historiques, science-fiction et nouvelles érotiques, elle s’est essayée à tous les genres avec succès. Avec Leçons de plaisir, Victoria nous offre un superbe roman historique qui n’hésite à repousser les limites de l’érotisme.

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Moonlight Mistress Excerpt – Weaponry

Moonlight Mistress is out December 2009 from Harlequin Spice. This scene depicts the first combat of World War One, as experienced by one of the secondary characters, Lieutenant Gabriel Meyer, who until this moment directed the regimental band.

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Gabriel slid from tree to tree until he reached the low wall bordering the cemetery. He stepped over, then wriggled to the road on his belly. The terrain dropped towards the canal just in front of him, and he could see. Smoke scummed the air. He smelled acrid burnt powder. Gray-uniformed men crowded the width of the bridge, firing as they advanced, struggling to climb past fallen comrades who blocked their way to the bank. He tried to count, to estimate their numbers, but kept losing track at the middle of the bridge. He couldn’t see how far the crowd of Germans stretched on the other bank. Two companies? Three? A cluster of willows on the opposite bank blocked his view. Where were Ashby and Daglish? Were they safe? He sighed in relief when he spotted Daglish’s stocky torso on the right flank. He looked to be under adequate cover, training a pair of binoculars at the opposite bank.

The men were doing well. He estimated twelve to fifteen rounds a minute, at the least, and considerably more accurate with their aim than their German opponents, even given that the Germans were exposed and moving. He crushed the thought that he, too, might have to shoot soon. He’d never killed a man. He’d never intended to. He only hoped he could manage it if the need arose.
As Gabriel watched, Cawley and Lyton each fired a final round from their advance placement, then abandoned the wagon’s inadequate cover and retreated for the barricades. Cawley went down, his body jerking with the impact of two, then three bullets.

Gabriel closed his eyes for a moment, but the picture was the same when he opened them, Cawley sprawled amid the lush grass and wildflowers like a painting, bright and unreal. He didn’t move again. Lyton didn’t see, and a moment later was dragged behind a heap of sofas and thrust into a trench.

…Someone touched his elbow, and he rolled, pistol ready. Ashby halted his movement with a hand on his wrist, and Gabriel let his breath free in a rush. Trust Ashby to move like a ghost. Ashby said, loudly enough to be heard over the rifles, “You’re to hold this position.”

Ashby’s usually insouciant expression had tightened, his mouth drawn into a thin line, his face caked with dust and sweat beneath the brim of his cap. A red line streaked across his neck, the blood already crusting. He’d come within inches of being killed already. His throat too tight for words, Gabriel could only nod.
Ashby grinned at him and gripped the back of his neck for a moment, a comforting squeeze that conveyed fresh energy. Then he scrambled down the road. Gabriel worked his way back to the cemetery wall and relayed their orders, then returned to his vantage point. A couple of Germans had fought free of the chaos at the foot of the bridge and were advancing at a run, bayonets leveled. Gabriel couldn’t hear individual shots amid the percussive storm of them, but the two interlopers jerked to a halt and landed short of Cawley’s body. Southey and Mason, he realized, peering up at the spire. Sure enough, he could just see the tip of a rifle protruding from the narrow arras.

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c. Victoria Janssen 2009

Pre-order on Amazon.com.

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Louisa Edwards – Guest Post

Please welcome my guest, Louisa Edwards!

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I’ve never considered myself a good researcher. In school, it took everything I had to cobble together enough sources and information to write a decent paper—and I freely admit that the exercise taught me more about the fine art of B.S. than it did about whatever topic I was assigned. I actually don’t remember the subject of my senior thesis—but it did get an “A.”

It’s not that I was unaware of the importance of research; I always felt vaguely guilty that I didn’t enjoy it more. When it came to writing fiction, fear of research was the biggest factor that steered me away from writing my first romance genre love, historicals. But what didn’t dawn on me as I set out to try my hand at a paranormal romance that will never see the light of day, was that all books require research. When I tried paranormal, I thought, “Perfect! I’ll never have to look anything up, because I get to invent all the rules as I go. And if I ever get into a sticky situation, I can just use magic to conjure my way out of it!”

You can probably see why my brilliant agent, Deidre Knight, read through that paranormal manuscript and immediately started nudging me to set it aside and write something completely different. Hard as that was to hear, she was absolutely right. I didn’t have a passion for the craft of writing paranormals, much as I enjoy reading them.

And that turned out to be the missing ingredient all along: passion. Research is nothing but a boring slog—unless you happen to be vitally interested in every minute detail of the subject you’re studying. Once Deidre got me to take a step back, I looked at my life and my interests and realized that I’d been researching a culinary romance for months without knowing it.

I’d devoured kitchen memoirs like Heat by Bill Buford and Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain, and food treatises, like The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan and Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver. I’d become severely addicted to shows like “Kitchen Nightmares” and “Hell’s Kitchen with Gordon Ramsay,” “Iron Chef,” and “Top Chef.” I’d cultivated friendships with chefs across the country, wheedling my way into their kitchens and peppering them with questions. And, most of all, I was deeply invested in spending time in my own kitchen, working to expand my knowledge of the fundamentals so I could move beyond the basics to try new things.

All of that was research—but it was never a chore. Many readers and reviewers have commented on the depth of culinary knowledge evident in my debut contemporary romance, Can’t Stand the Heat, and I’ll tell you now—no compliment pleases me more. I feel like I finally have the hang of this research thing!

If what you’re researching doesn’t interest and excite you, take a step back and figure out what does. You won’t regret it. What was the last subject that fired your passion?

Louisa’s running a contest. Visit her website for details.
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Thanks, Louisa! I’m hungry now….

Tune in tomorrow for Snippet Saturday. The theme is “Weaponry.”

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Werewolves All Over the World

I think that the werewolves currently depicted in paranormal romance are, gradually, creating a new idea of what a werewolf in fiction ought to be – in other words, reader expectation is being affected by what mythological details writers choose to present, or invent. Also, of course, writers who read in their genre can’t help but be influenced by it.

There are plenty of werewolf types I haven’t yet seen in paranormal romance, and I’m wondering if, as the subgenre ages, we’ll see more different types, as writers try to stand out from the crowd and as readers grow tired of the “same old thing.”

Here are a few to get you started:

The Lobisón is of Argentinian and Brazilian origin. The idea is that the seventh son in a row (daughters don’t count in the seven, and a seventh daughter in a row will be a witch) will turn into a werewolf. The Lobisón spends the rest of his life wandering in the wild, eating carrion, and attacking any humans he sees; if the human survives his bite, the saliva turns them into a Lobisón as well. He’d make a great character for a Gothic, wouldn’t he? Or, of course, a “Beauty and the Beast” story.

The Finnish werewolf usually is cursed to have the second form, either from being bespelled or accidentally breaking a taboo. They aren’t usually happy about this, and hang around houses, hoping to be recognized for their true self (a perfect romance theme!). They eat animals for the most part, rather than attacking people. Cures include being called by their true name or being fed bread, or both. And perhaps True Love could factor in?

Portugese werewolves are called lobis-homems, easily spotted because of their short yellow tails. Like the Finnish werewolves, the transformational ability was bestowed by a spell. The curse compels the victim to roll in crossroads dirt, which incites them to change into wolf-form and run howling into the night. They don’t attack humans, except when the lobis-homem was created by evil arts; the evil ones are set apart by the presence of a demonic mark somewhere on their body, or something strange about their eyes.

This is a classic book on werewolves, and often cited: The Book of Werewolves. I also thought this book looked interesting: Werewolves: A Field Guide to Shapeshifters, Lycanthropes, and Man-Beasts.

If anyone has any good resources on different types of werewolves, please pass them on!

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Oral Tradition, Epithets, and J.D. Robb

In many romance novels, particularly those in series, the reader’s familiarity with the characters and setting can be reinforced by repeated use of the same descriptive phrases.

I think this is similar to the technique of assigning epithets, often poetic, to various characters in oral tradition, such as these examples from Orphic Hymns: “Poseidon, ruler of the sea profound, dark-haired, whose waves begirt the solid ground” or “Righteous Themis, with sagacious eyes.” When composing or reciting on the spot, the poet could use epithets to fill in gaps in the meter, to make the poetry flow correctly. Most characters (or objects) would have several epithets of different lengths and meters suitable for different uses – any translation of The Iliad will provide multiple examples. Also, using epithets, with which most listeners would already be familiar, would quickly help the audience remember the character and how he fit into the story; and also give them hints of how to feel about that character, or how they’d felt in the past when hearing that same phrase.

Certain phrases are often similarly used in romance novels, some falling into and out of fashion across the genre at different times. Think of key words that connote “alpha male” to the reader. I think that’s another post, though.

In the In Death series by J.D. Robb/Nora Roberts, this technique is clearly in evidence. Eve Dallas is repeatedly described as having “cop’s eyes.” Sometimes, “cop’s eyes” are modified with various adjectives such as “cold,” “hard,” “cool,” and “flat.” None of these words are strictly physical description. They give connotation rather than denotation. Her eyes are also often described as “whiskey-colored.” Sometimes, as in this quote from Strangers in Death, the attributes are used in combination: “[Roarke] found it compelling, the way those whiskey-colored eyes could go flat and cold as they were now. Cop’s eyes.”

These two descriptive phrases for the appearance of Eve’s eyes serve multiple purposes. First, they remind the reader from book to book that Eve has unusually-colored light brown eyes and that she is a cop and acts like one. There’s also further connotation associated with the words Roberts chose. Whiskey is drunk in the books, often as a reaction to pain or suffering, both of which are essential elements of Eve’s character. Also, whiskey is usually associated more with male than female drinkers, so using it as a descriptive term for a woman implies that she is not a typical vulnerable woman. Her husband, Roarke, is Irish, and Ireland is famous for its whiskey; the fact that he sees her eyes as “whiskey-colored” may give a hint of his feelings for her, and perhaps his association of her with the comfort of drinking whiskey.

“Cop’s eyes” describe the most essential element of Eve’s character, that of a police officer. The term is also occasionally applied to other characters, in whom she recognizes traits she herself possesses. Eve is frequently referred to as a cop throughout the series, not just in reference to her eyes, and this repetition serves to remind the reader of both her personality and her role in the novels.

Encountering these familiar descriptive phrases from book to book help the reader to easily re-enter Eve Dallas’ world. In a series as long as In Death, because readers will often start the series in mid-stream, this becomes even more important.

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Not a Marriage of Convenience

Why, yes, I’m still thinking about marriage of convenience plots. I like them. I’m finding this pondering of sub-genre to be extremely intellectually pleasing. Also, it’s helping me whittle down my to-be-read pile.

I recently read Come Fly With Me by Jill Shalvis, which I had acquired because it was recommended to me as a contemporary marriage of convenience romance. While a lovely book with a truly sweet romance, I don’t think it’s a marriage of convenience novel at all. Or is it? What makes a “marriage of convenience” plot?

I suppose you could say spoilers follow, but this book has been out a while, and details are necessary for my argument.

When the novel begins, the Seattle-native heroine is thinking of becoming pregnant via an anonymous donor, and the hero, recently widowed (from a marriage of convenience!) is searching for a wife to care for his three small daughters back in Alaska. This sounds like a perfect setup for a marriage of convenience novel. Shortly after they meet, the hero asks the heroine to marry him, and she, unable to go through with the anonymous donor plan, is considering it. Again, marriage of convenience plot.

However, then the plot changes. When the heroine realizes how attracted she is to the hero, she decides that she will marry him, but only if he courts her first. She wants to see if love is possible between them, and she has to visit Alaska and meet his children. The hero agrees, and courts her most agreeably, and the adorable tots like her, too, and she likes them. By the end of the novel, both partners agree they want to marry, but the marriage hasn’t yet taken place.

I’m really glad I read this book, because it helped my thought processes. Despite the initial setup, I don’t think this story counts as a marriage of convenience. The heart of that plot is making the leap, making the lifelong commitment before really knowing the other person (even if you’ve known them on a surface level before), and then making the best of the choice. If the marriage of convenience is proposed, but then put off in favor of courtship which leads to love before marriage, then it’s not a marriage of convenience.

Love before marriage! What an idea!

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