Top 3 Reasons I Love Historical Romance

1. The outfits. Dukes have bigger…coronets of rank. Also, the hats. Men in hats. Women in hats. People these days…not enough hats. Or gloves. There’s something about concealment beneath all those almost fetishistic garments…it makes you wonder what else they’re hiding. There aren’t enough calling cards in modern life, either. Or boots: tall, shiny men’s boots. Women’s boots with dozens of little hooks. Boots flecked with the mud of the road. Boots polished with champagne. Needless to say, in modern life there aren’t nearly enough swords, either.

2. “Vivian,” “Hilary,” and “Aubrey”–*fans self.* Sadly, if you used those names for men in a contemporary novel, poor Viv and Hil and Aub would have spent their entire childhoods being beaten to a pulp on the playground instead of learning to ride to hounds and swordfight and then growing up to swan around Mayfair in top hats, picking up bluestockings.

3. Riding outfits. True, you can still get those. But how often do you get men in long cloaks and hats and tall, shiny boots? And women in smartly tailored habits with little hats perched on their hair? And occasions whose main purpose is to ponce around to show off said outfits?

Need more reasons? check out Manly Men in Red High Heels by Keira Soleore.

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Various reviews, 2008- 2010

It’s been a while since I’ve compiled reviews, if I ever did, so here are links to some of the longer, more detailed reviews of my novels:

Read, React, Review reviewed The Duchess, Her Maid, The Groom and Their Lover twice: number one and number two (for politics).

Impressions of a Reader reviewed The Moonlight Mistress.

Culinary Carnivale reviewed The Moonlight Mistress.

Great War Fiction reviewed The Moonlight Mistress, even though it isn’t his usual sort of thing at all!

The Discriminating Fangirl reviewed The Duke and The Pirate Queen.

Mrs. Giggles reviewed The Duke & The Pirate Queen; The Moonlight Mistress; and The Duchess, Her Maid, The Groom and Their Lover.

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A Moment of Geek

We interrupt this blog for an important moment of Geek.

‘We Brought Succour to Belgium’, novelist May Sinclair’s brief memoir of 23 September – 25 October 13, 1914, when she was a nurse at Ostend and Antwerp. The coolest part? She mentions seeing a Taube. I cannot adequately convey how absolutely thrilling that is to me. Even more thrilling than if she’d seen a zeppelin. I haven’t found much at all about Taubes yet.

More on Sinclair; the article quotes letters she wrote to poets Charlotte Mew and Ezra Pound.

I don’t have a book on the Taube, but I recently got London 1914-17: The Zeppelin Menace. You have to read the title aloud in a profound voice: The Zeppelin Menace!!!

Did I mention I’m a geek?

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World War One Linkgasm

New links!
African-Americans in the Great War at Edwardian Promenade.

Last U.S. WWI veteran dies at 110.

Old Links!
This rest of this linkgasm is primarily for my own convenience, to replace a bookmarking site that’s closing down, but I thought some of you might appreciate these links I’ve collected over the last few years, as well. These aren’t the first links you’d find on an internet search, but ones I located a few layers down, when I was searching on more specific items.

The Archive of War Diaries Online. Click on to see the lists by country. Other wars are also available from the site’s home page.

More diaries, memoirs, etc.

The Medical Front, at The Virtual Library.

Documents of World War One.

Odd, Intriguing, Surprising Facts About WWI collected by Gabriele Wills.

Lyrics to some WWI songs.

Military Badges and Insignia (British).

Military Images.

It’s a military headgear-o-rama.

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2011 So Far

2011 seems to be going well so far, writing-wise. I had January and February off from my choir (rehearsals begin again in March), so I planned deliberately to focus on writing, especially in February.

In preparation, in mid-December I read through an abandoned novel for the first time since August, with the plan of turning it into a short piece of 15-20,000 words. I cut out large chunks of subplot, saving them in separate files. I won’t tell how much I cut, because, ouch! Then I let it lie while holiday obligations took over, until near the end of January, when I opened the file again.

At this point, the file was around 12,000 words of disjointed scenes. I spent the next three weeks both adding words and cutting words; it took me a while to decide if some of the original scenes were needed or not, so it was like a photo slowly coming into focus. I also altered the plot in several ways to work better at the shorter lengt. Eventually, I had a decent draft that was story-shaped and about 17,000 words, so I sent it out to some readers. It will need a lot more work, though.

In the meantime, as I’ve mentioned, I sold a Spice Brief on proposal. I’ve started writing that now, and hope to finish well before my September deadline; the story is set during World War One.

Finally in February, I came up with a new idea for a fantasy/romance novel and drafted a very rough synopsis which included the basics of the worldbuilding. The project currently exists more in my head than on paper, but I’m pretty excited about it.

Not a bad month’s work.

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Siegfried Sassoon, “A Letter Home”

A Letter Home

1

Here I’m sitting in the gloom
Of my quiet attic room.
France goes rolling all around,
Fledged with forest May has crowned.
And I puff my pipe, calm-hearted,
Thinking how the fighting started,
Wondering when we’ll ever end it,
Back to Hell with Kaiser send it,
Gag the noise, pack up and go,
Clockwork soldiers in a row.
I’ve got better things to do
Than to waste my time on you.

2

Robert, when I drowse to-night,
Skirting lawns of sleep to chase
Shifting dreams in mazy light,
Somewhere then I’ll see your face
Turning back to bid me follow
Where I wag my arms and hollo,
Over hedges hasting after
Crooked smile and baffling laughter.
Running tireless, floating, leaping,
Down your web-hung woods and valleys,
Garden glooms and hornbeam alleys,
Where the glowworm stars are peeping,
Till I find you, quiet as stone
On a hill-top all alone,
Staring outward, gravely pondering
Jumbled leagues of hillock-wandering.

3

You and I have walked together
In the starving winter weather.
We’ve been glad because we knew
Time’s too short and friends are few.
We’ve been sad because we missed
One whose yellow head was kissed
By the gods, who thought about him
Till they couldn’t do without him.
Now he’s here again; I’ve seen
Soldier David dressed in green,
Standing in a wood that swings
To the madrigal he sings.
He’s come back, all mirth and glory,
Like the prince in fairy story.
Winter called him far away;
Blossoms bring him home with May.

4

Well, I know you’ll swear it’s true
That you found him decked in blue
Striding up through morning-land
With a cloud on either hand.
Out in Wales, you’ll say, he marches,
Arm in arm with oaks and larches;
Hides all night in hilly nooks,
Laughs at dawn in tumbling brooks.
Yet, it’s certain, here he teaches
Outpost-schemes to groups of beeches.
And I’m sure, as here I stand,
That he shines through every land,
That he sings in every place
Where we’re thinking of his face.

5

Robert, there’s a war in France;
Everywhere men bang and blunder,
Sweat and swear and worship Chance,
Creep and blink through cannon thunder.
Rifles crack and bullets flick,
Sing and hum like hornet-swarms.
Bones are smashed and buried quick.
Yet, through stunning battle storms,
All the while I watch the spark
Lit to guide me; for I know
Dreams will triumph, though the dark
Scowls above me where I go.
You can hear me; you can mingle
Radiant folly with my jingle.
War’s a joke for me and you
While we know such dreams are true!

S.S. Flixécourt. May 1916

–Siegfried Sassoon, The Old Huntsman and Other Poems, 1918

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Siegfried Sassoon, “Counter-Attack”

Counter-Attack

We’d gained our first objective hours before
While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes,
Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, blind with smoke.
Things seemed all right at first. We held their line,
With bombers posted, Lewis guns well placed,
And clink of shovels deepening the shallow trench.
The place was rotten with dead; green clumsy legs
High-booted, sprawled and grovelled along the saps
And trunks, face downward, in the sucking mud,
Wallowed like trodden sand-bags loosely filled;
And naked sodden buttocks, mats of hair,
Bulged, clotted heads slept in the plastering slime.
And then the rain began,–the jolly old rain!

A yawning soldier knelt against the bank,
Staring across the morning blear with fog;
He wondered when the Allemands would get busy;
And then, of course, they started with five-nines
Traversing, sure as fate, and never a dud.
Mute in the clamour of shells he watched them burst
Spouting dark earth and wire with gusts from hell,
While posturing giants dissolved in drifts of smoke.
He crouched and flinched, dizzy with galloping fear,
Sick for escape,–loathing the strangled horror
And butchered, frantic gestures of the dead.

An officer came blundering down the trench:
‘Stand-to and man the fire-step!’ On he went…
Gasping and bawling, ‘Fire-step … counter-attack!’
Then the haze lifted. Bombing on the right
Down the old sap: machine-guns on the left;
And stumbling figures looming out in front.
‘O Christ, they’re coming at us!’ Bullets spat,
And he remembered his rifle … rapid fire…
And started blazing wildly … then a bang
Crumpled and spun him sideways, knocked him out
To grunt and wriggle: none heeded him; he choked
And fought the flapping veils of smothering gloom,
Lost in a blurred confusion of yells and groans…
Down, and down, and down, he sank and drowned,
Bleeding to death. The counter-attack had failed.

–Siegfried Sassoon, Counter-Attack and Other Poems, 1918.

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“Janus: Sonnet,” John M. Ford

Janus: Sonnet

Sufficient time for faith and miracles
We find we cannot fit into our days;
And nothing’s left at all that joyous dwells
Inside the heart. The spark of spirit stays
Too small for dreamburst, and all earth may prove
Inadequate for art. No human is
This potent all alone, and fear kills love . . .
Love kills fear, and alone; all-potent, this.
No human is inadequate for art,
For dreamburst; and all earth may prove too small.
The spark of spirit stays inside the heart
That joyous dwells, and nothing’s left at all
We cannot fit into our days. We find
For faith and miracles, sufficient time.

— John M. Ford

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Five Thoughts on Historical Worldbuilding

1. I definitely prefer when I can spend a lot of time with the historical background of a story, maybe not overtly by making notes but organically, letting my thoughts come together slowly as I read about different aspects of the time period. Ideally, I could read for several years…but that’s never happened.

2. Eventually, you have to stop researching and start writing. You might have to go back to research at some point. You might also have to learn to work around needing more research. Research can be done at a time when you aren’t able to continue with the story, perhaps when you’re too tired or are able to go to the library.

3. The hardest part of worldbuilding, for me, is knowing that my imaginary world can never be as complex as a real one. There’s no way for me to show everything. I have to make choices about what’s most relevant to the story I’m telling.

4. No matter how much research I do, there will always be something I miss; there will always be a geek who is geekier than I am. The corollary is that the geekier geek will always find me and point out my mistake.

5. I think the story often benefits from less detail rather than more. But you have to know the more before you can choose the less.

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Women Rule The 2010 Nebula Awards!

Five! Out! Of! Six!

(Yes, the cover illustrating this post is meant to be ironic!)

In the past, the Nebula Awards have been dominated by male authors. However, this year the number of nominations written by woman are astonishing, and I am so happy. It’s a start.

The Nebulas are voted on by the membership of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America. I am a member, and have been for many years; all that time, I’ve been watching, and waiting for change, and trying to help that change along by voting for women’s works when I thought they were the best (which, because of my tastes, I often did). I nominate works by women every year. I vote, every year, for my choices, even if I’m sure they’ll never win. This is the first year when I’ve felt truly represented.

This year, for the first time ever, five of the six nominated novels were works by women, and in the short story category, female authors outnumbered male authors five to two. In the novelette category, there are four male writers and three female writers. Only in the novella category are women outnumbered four to two.

Nominations for the Andre Norton Award for Young Adult Science Fiction and Fantasy are evenly split, gender-wise, which is less surprising since women have, since this award began, been the majority of nominees, so it’s great in a different way! Go male YA authors!

See the complete list of nominations here. Laurie Mann maintains an updated list of final ballots and winners from the beginning of the award.

Further Reading:
Here’s a list of works that have won both the Nebula (voted on by writers) and the Hugo award (voted on by fans, some of whom are writers). Note the lack of gender balance. VIDA: Women in Literary Arts uses pie charts to show gender disparities in a whole range of awards and “best of” lists. Jessa Crispin of Bookslut on Addressing the Gender Gap in Literary Publishing.
For more history about gender disparities in science fiction and fantasy, check out this important, statistic-laden 2002 article by Susan Linville, and then read this blog post by editor Jed Hartman from 2006.

Me, I’m off to celebrate. And think about how I’m going to vote!

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