How the historical novelist does their job is beyond me—ferreting out all the little details of daily life, getting the WhatWhereWhenWhoWhyHow down pat, never mind the drafting, writing, and revising of a complete book in the space of a year or two. I seem to average one solitary page per year, with very thin fare to show for it. Ah well.
On the other hand, oftentimes when I'm reading a historical yarn I'll think, I bet they didn't really say that, or, Did that actually happen? How much is fact and how much is made up? and sometimes, Well that is just ridiculous, even I know... and some nugget of knowledge in my head will trump the assumptions of a published author. Suspension of disbelief not my strong suit.
Anyway, thank you for staying with me this far. If you come back in a month or so there just might be a new page waiting.
