by Kathy Fischer-Brown
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One of the most common questions readers ask writers is, “Where
do you get your story ideas?”
For me, most of the time, they come from dreams. In the case of Lord Esterleigh’s Daughter, the first book in “The Serpent’s Tooth” trilogy, published by Books We Love, this couldn’t be truer.
For me, most of the time, they come from dreams. In the case of Lord Esterleigh’s Daughter, the first book in “The Serpent’s Tooth” trilogy, published by Books We Love, this couldn’t be truer.
Many years ago, a dream left an image on my waking mind that
haunted me for months, of a coach-and-four racing through an English
coastal town in the misty dark of a moonlit night, while a three-masted ship sat, moored in the harbor. For the longest
time, I had no idea what it meant, or even what to do with it.
I was in my late 20s, recently earned MFA in Acting in my pocket, when husband and I relocated from Connecticut for a teaching gig at a small, private women's college in Indiana. I hadn't written fiction since I was in my teens; my mind was focused on teaching acting and theater history, performing on the stage for the local community theater, and adjusting to the change in culture and environment. Yet, above all else, this dream haunted me. I needed to know who the young woman in the coach was, and why the secretive nature of her nocturnal journey. Was she running away? To be with her lover? Or was she escaping something more sinister? Had she been abducted? Who were the others in the coach with her—people fearing for her wellfare, or those wishing her ill? And what significance did the ship play? What was its destination?
I was in my late 20s, recently earned MFA in Acting in my pocket, when husband and I relocated from Connecticut for a teaching gig at a small, private women's college in Indiana. I hadn't written fiction since I was in my teens; my mind was focused on teaching acting and theater history, performing on the stage for the local community theater, and adjusting to the change in culture and environment. Yet, above all else, this dream haunted me. I needed to know who the young woman in the coach was, and why the secretive nature of her nocturnal journey. Was she running away? To be with her lover? Or was she escaping something more sinister? Had she been abducted? Who were the others in the coach with her—people fearing for her wellfare, or those wishing her ill? And what significance did the ship play? What was its destination?
By starting at the beginning of the story, long before the
racing coach scene, I became acquainted with Anne Fairfield, who was to become the protagonist of a three book series. Her life and eventual fate became clear. She led me down a path she wanted me to investigate and thereby reveal
her story and… What about that coach?
It’s always amazed me—and I know I’m not the first author to
make this assertion—that writing a novel is an exercise in exploration. As one who professes to be a “pantser,” I rarely know where my stories are headed until the
characters speak and I follow their lead. Some things never change, even as time and experience have helped me grow as a writer.
Ultimately this exploration lasted off and on for over 25
years, as I practically channeled
the voices that spoke to me at the oddest times: in the shower, walking the
dogs, changing the babies’ diapers, teaching classes, or waiting for my cue in the green room.
As the time period and setting emerged, I found myself immersed in enormous amounts of research into the Georgian Era England and then the American colonies at the onset of the American Revolution. And then there were the rewrites, innumerable rewrites.
As the time period and setting emerged, I found myself immersed in enormous amounts of research into the Georgian Era England and then the American colonies at the onset of the American Revolution. And then there were the rewrites, innumerable rewrites.
With limited resources available (no internet, at the time), I scoured bibliographies and sought out-of-print titles from the
local library and through inter-library loans. I wrote letters to authors of
the research books that had been most informative, and contacted experts in this
particular area of history. I visited historical societies and living history sites, searched old maps and documents, scribbling notes
and making photocopies of my prized findings.
For example, even though as a child Anne had been led to
believe that her birth was illegitimate, I discovered that her parents had
been married, in secret. Up until the early to mid-1750s, a “Fleet Street Marriage” was the choice of those who, for any number of reasons,
wished to bypass the posting of banns and acquiring a license. Administered in
the Fleet Street Prison or in inns and taverns in its environs, such a union was naturally steeped
in speculation and scandal. In March 1754, the Marriage of Act of 1753 went into law in England, effectively
putting an end to these clandestine marriages.
Years later, after a number of moves before finally settling down back in Connecticut—and two small kids who had miraculously grown into adults—when I picked up the trilogy again prior to
its publication with Books We Love, I availed myself of the resources that had become available on the internet. This in turn
compelled me to rewrite large portions of the books to incorporate nuggets from the gold
mine I’d found online, which helped add detail and immediacy to the books.
In the end, the image of that coach—still amazingly vivid in
my mind after all this time—played no part in the tale. Instead, it provided a key to the
second and third books in the series, Courting the
Devil and The Partisan’s Wife.
But that’s a whole other story:-)
~*~
Kathy Fischer Brown is a BWL author of historical novels, and The Return of Tachlanad, her newly released epic fantasy adventure for young adult and adult readers. Check out her The Books We Love Author page or visit her website. All of her books are available in a variety of e-book formats from Books We Love, and from Amazon and other online retailers retailers.
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