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swan_towerOkay, I know I said I wouldn't be making daily posts about Midnight Never Come, but if yesterday was "I had inspiration for breakfast" day, today is "And Clio has decided she loves me" day.
When writing a historical novel, one rapidly discovers, history frustrates you to no end by not lining up the way you want it to. (Dammit, why hasn't Walsingham's daughter married Essex yet? Or if she has -- which she may -- why hasn't it become public knowledge yet? This book may be over by October 1590. Etc.)
But then, every so often, history decides to hand you exactly what you need, with a red bow on top.
Without realizing I was doing it, I set this scene in the very month when Fitzwilliam accused Perrot of treason. And -- if that wasn't enough -- Perrot is Walsingham's client.
I do not expect this to mean anything to any of you, and I will be surprised if it does. It doesn't have to mean anything. The point is, when I went looking for some reason to have Deven investigating the current status of Irish politics in the English court, I discovered the current Lord Lieutenant of Ireland leveling accusations of treason at the previous Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, whose patron happens to be the guy I wanted to be sending Deven off on that investigation.
All hail the Muse of History. She's a bitch most of the time, but then she does something so nice that, for a little while, you forget about all the other frustration, and you remember why historical fiction can be awesome.
Authorial sadism: making Deven talk politics while his pants are trying to fall off.
LBR quota: I'd say accusations of treason count as blood and rhetoric both.
When writing a historical novel, one rapidly discovers, history frustrates you to no end by not lining up the way you want it to. (Dammit, why hasn't Walsingham's daughter married Essex yet? Or if she has -- which she may -- why hasn't it become public knowledge yet? This book may be over by October 1590. Etc.)
But then, every so often, history decides to hand you exactly what you need, with a red bow on top.
Without realizing I was doing it, I set this scene in the very month when Fitzwilliam accused Perrot of treason. And -- if that wasn't enough -- Perrot is Walsingham's client.
I do not expect this to mean anything to any of you, and I will be surprised if it does. It doesn't have to mean anything. The point is, when I went looking for some reason to have Deven investigating the current status of Irish politics in the English court, I discovered the current Lord Lieutenant of Ireland leveling accusations of treason at the previous Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, whose patron happens to be the guy I wanted to be sending Deven off on that investigation.
All hail the Muse of History. She's a bitch most of the time, but then she does something so nice that, for a little while, you forget about all the other frustration, and you remember why historical fiction can be awesome.
Authorial sadism: making Deven talk politics while his pants are trying to fall off.
LBR quota: I'd say accusations of treason count as blood and rhetoric both.
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