by Roseanna White | May 29, 2013 | 17th-19th Centuries, Remember When Wednesdays
Have I mentioned yet that I metaphorically typed The End last week? =) I did! Finished up Circle of Spies on Friday, so join me in a victorious “Woot!” LOL
I’m sure I have something fun I learned in the final research for that, but yesterday I hurriedly prepared a post I’d forgotten to do beforehand in the rush of that final stretch of CoS, so I thought I’d share that instead. 😉
Did you realize that we’re currently in the 200th Anniversary of the War of 1812? Yep! It will stretch into the beginning of 2015, though I’m especially glad to celebrate the events of late 1814, including the Battle of Fort McHenry–the event that serves as the backdrop for the climax of Whispers from the Shadows. This is a war that’s been largely forgotten, which is kinda sad. Today I’m talking a bit about it on Regency Reflections–please stop over and say hello!
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The Chasseur, one of the most famous privateers of the War of 1812. This Baltimore captain harassed the British merchant fleet in their own waters. |
You know, it’s really kind of funny. When reading the Regency-set
novels I so love, I often find references to the on-going war with
France and the audacity of Napoleon. Only rarely, however, do we see the
British perspective of another war going on at the same time, one with
the upstart Colonists that had declared their independence a generation
before. Even America often forgets their War of 1812, and in
Europe…well, it tends to dim in comparison to the Napoleonic Wars. It’s
become overlooked by both sides. But oh, how interesting it is! Read the Full Article
by Roseanna White | May 22, 2013 | 17th-19th Centuries, Remember When Wednesdays
Last week I had the opportunity to take my kids with our home school group to Carlisle, Pennsylvania for a day’s tour of the
Army Heritage Center. With displays on everything military from the French and Indian Wars through the War on Terror, I knew they would have fun–and I was hoping to come away with some nice pictures and research on that early stuff, since I seem to have fallen into writing books about wars. 😉
Our tour began in the Colonial section of the center, where we got to watch a blacksmith at work in the Carlisle Forge. I’ve had this pleasure before, but it never really gets old to see how they take hunks of formless steel and turn them into works of art or function. What especially amazes me is how these dedicated reenactors can explain so much about the early days of our country and the craft they obviously love while performing it before our very eyes.
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A few of the pieces this smith had done, based on original artifacts he had seen |
This gentleman explained about how a blacksmith was one of the most important people to any army. Each regiment would have one, but he would rarely see any fighting–they kept him well removed from the front lines, because he was too valuable to lose. He also explained, when someone mentioned how very lovely the pieces are, that what we deem beauty–those delicate curls and whisper-thin pieces of iron–were actually there for economy’s sake. Iron was expensive, and never wasted. They made pieces as thin as they practically could to conserve the resources, and tapered them at the ends for the same reason.
From there our group ventured into more modern times, but I didn’t pay quite as much attention to those. 😉 I was far more intrigued by the recreation of the Yorktown Redoubt…

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Revolutionary War Blockhouse |

…and in hearing the tales told to us by this wonderful historian at the Revolutionary Block House. We didn’t get to go into the watch tower, but I thoroughly enjoyed hearing the guide talk about the long rifle he carried, the state of the roads in the day (I didn’t realize they left the stumps of the trees they cut for roads, accounting for all those terrible bumps!), and why it was necessary to boil the salted fish three times before consuming it. Yes, to remove all the salt…but also to remove all the maggots. (Eww!) He also explained how the term “mess” came to be used for food in the military. Whenever they had fresh meat, each man would get a hacked-off portion. But they weren’t exactly trimming steaks here–some men would end up with nice meat, others with nothing but bone and fat. So a group of six or so would throw this mess into a pot together with whatever vegetables they might have been given. The result was a stew that gained flavor from the bones and provided something to actually eat from the meat.
Our final stop of the day was to venture into the model of a Logg House. Originally set up to be supply stations between the forts during the French and Indian War days, they afterward became vital to settlers who wanted to trade, water their horses, or get fresh food. Unfortunately, most of these two-room homes were destroyed during Pontiac’s War in 1763.
All in all, a fun day of hands-on discovery! (Oh, and the kids had fun too…) 😉
by Roseanna White | May 15, 2013 | 17th-19th Centuries, Remember When Wednesdays
You know to watch out when my blog titles rhyme… 😉 It’s time for a day in the life of a historical novelist.
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Marietta. She could totally
have slugged him. |
I started my Tuesday morning at 5 a.m. in the middle of a conversation between my hero and heroine. Marietta, heroine, had just been in an argument with the baddy, Dev. Slade, hero, says, “You should have slugged him. I’d have paid good money to see that.”
Insert Roseanna pausing. Was slug a word in 1865? Hmm… yep! But barely. First documented use is 1862. So while Slade, the rough-and-tumble former gambler, would definitely know it, I had my doubts that society belle Marietta would.
So Marietta gets to blink and ask, “Slug?”
“Yeah, you know.” Slade is now miming socking-it to Dev in the jaw. Says blogging-Roseanna. Novelist-Roseanna didn’t use those exact words. Novelist-Roseanna used “uppercut.” And then had to look up “uppercut.” (You see why some days I can’t get those words on the page? LOL)
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By Jem Ward, 1860 |
Well, phew. “Uppercut” was a word. Very specific to boxing. Boxing…hmm…was boxing popular in the U.S. at the time? Hello, Google!
I ended up at
www.ArtofManliness.com. I’ve been there before. I love that site, LOL. The post on boxing was witty and informative, and I came away with exactly what I needed to know. Yes, boxing had migrated from Britain to the Americas in the 1830s. Yes, it was quite popular in the states at the time, in certain circles. And in fact, they had just developed the first boxing gloves a year or two before…
Sweet. So, uppercut. But not in the miming line. I move it down. Marietta asks, “So a slug is an uppercut?”
Detective Slade is taken aback. Gasp! “You know what an uppercut is?”
Oh…right. How would she? Aha! She has brothers! “Isaac boxes.”
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Colin, you make a darn good Slade. Just sayin’. |
Isaac doesn’t much like Slade. So Slade is happy for the warning. 😉 And now (remember those gloves?) Slade is looking Marietta up and down. Wink, wink. “Did he teach you? Because I can totally see you in a pair of those newfangled boxing gloves, some trousers…”
Let it be noted that men then, as men now, wore no shirts when boxing. Ahem. Marietta tells him he had better stop his imagination there. 😉
So my characters are happy for a laugh before they head outside, into the next intense conversation of “Please, please don’t put yourself in danger! I beg it of you! P-p-p-leeeeeeeeeeaaaaase. Boo hoo hoo.” (No exaggeration. Okay, slight exaggeration. Okay, total exaggeration.)
I managed to finish that scene in the course of the home school day, and was starting a new chapter when 1:00 rolled around–when my daughter had a much-anticipated play date. After dropping her off, I headed to a nearby restaurant for some lunch and laptop time, and, having no wi-fi, opened up one of my research books too.
Now, I’ve been reading through this book but hadn’t quite made it to the time period I need, so I jumped ahead to the 1865 heading. War…yep. Lee’s forces with their backs against the proverbial wall…yep, knew that. A Confederate released on parole and told to stay north of Philadelphia…who is a month later arrested in D.C. in connection with the Lincoln Assassination. Interesting. Do I know the name? Yep. He’s in my notes, but I hadn’t realized he had JUST arrived in the city on parole. Very interesting. Noted.
Then I got to a rather random paragraph. See, the rest of the book is all directly related to the war. Every mention of a nice historical tidbit is tied in–explanation of train station, tied in to arrival of troops. That sort of thing. But there, gleaming and beautiful (okay, maybe Roseanna shouldn’t have a third…and fourth cup of coffee at 2 in the afternoon…) is a random paragraph about a storm. No effect on the war. No effect mentioned on any of the key players in Baltimore. Just there. Which I get. Because I’m a writer, and it’s oh-so-awesome to include this stuff.
A storm. Of “biblical proportions.” It took off roofs. It uprooted fences. It did tons and tons of damage and killed several Baltimore citizens. Yikes. Tornado? It doesn’t say, but it’s quite likely for that time of year. And it’s…ah, March 23. And I’m on…yes! March 21! I can totally work my next scene around that (mwa ha ha ha). Moreover, that gives me a clue about the weather. See, this is my area. I know how these storms work. If you get a doozy of one on the 23rd, it’s going to be getting warm on the 21st. Darn warm. The 23rd would be
hot. Unseasonably, stiflingly hot.
Just a tidbit. Nothing anyone would likely notice if I left out. But oh! How fun to know it and include it!! (And I’ll totally tie it in…and am so grateful the non-fic authors included even without tying it in.)
I left the restaurant with only 2K words written for the day, but with a smile on my face. It was a good day. I learned about boxing. I found a storm. And I’d worked out my next few scenes, which will lead me straight to the climax.
Yep. It’s pretty fun to be a writer. Though I think four cups of coffee–and a large soda, did I mention that?–*might* be too many…
by Roseanna White | May 8, 2013 | Remember When Wednesdays, Uncategorized
Back in the fall, I shared a bit about a biblical idea I had and asked for some help with titles. Well, I’m happy to say that I’ve settled on a title, and the book is slated for publication in fall of 2014!
Song of Solace will be my third biblical fiction with WhiteFire. I’m only two chapters in, and will be writing it between my Harvest House books, so I need a nice cushion of time there. =) But I’m excited!
In a nutshell, Song of Solace takes the parable Jesus tells of the wedding feast and sets it in the time of Abraham. The righteous king who cannot get anyone to attend his son’s wedding is Mechizedek. The guest who refuses the wedding garments is the antagonist, someone from my heroine’s past. And my heroine is Aziza, of the house of the Pharaoh. I have nothing even remotely resembling a blurb or synopsis at this point, but let’s see what I can toss together here real quick. =)

Daughter of Egypt…Son of Melchizedek
Aziza, sister of Pharaoh, has brought a curse onto her brother’s house. The vizier is the only one who denies it, and he dares to only because of an echo of childhood love. She knows that if she hopes to avoid the underworld much longer, she must escape Egypt. Must follow the path of the song always whispering through her spirit, calling her across the inhospitable deserts of the Red Lands.
When Zedek, son of Melchizedek, agreed to search for a wife, he never expected the journey to take him all the way to Egypt. He and his father, who once rode the waves of the Great Flood, agree that his bride must serve the Most High. And what maiden in Egypt possibly could? But when he sees the Pharaoh’s hated sister, he cannot deny the voice of wind within him that says she is the one with whom he is to build his nation. He will not wed her until she loves El Elyon with all her heart, as he does…but he will take her back to Salem with him to learn the ways of the Lord, despite the warning Pharaoh gives of the curse she will bring with her.
And it seems a curse–or a battle beyond their vision–does indeed follow. All the world seems set against their match…and as Aziza and Zedek pursue the soaring song of love and praise, it seems all the world will tremble in protest.
Combining Jesus’s parable of the wedding feast with the mysterious Old Testament world of Abraham and Melchizedek, Song of Solace will sweep you into a past lost to the sands of time and make you strain to hear the melody of the Spirit.
So. I have about a year to write this baby, and then a few months for editing. Doable, I hope, though this one’s going to require lots of original research. But I’m excited! Here is my opening paragraph (as it stands right now. Who knows if it’ll make it intact to the final version, LOL.)
Aziza held her breath and hugged the shadows when a guard strode by, his spear at the ready. And prayed to Amun-Ra, the hidden one, to hide her as well. To Thoth, that he might turn the face of his luminous moon for just a moment. She would have sent up a petition to Isis too, for good measure, but the guard turned the next corner, and her breath eased out in relief.
by Roseanna White | Apr 24, 2013 | 17th-19th Centuries, Remember When Wednesdays
One of the most interesting things I learned about the Colonial era in my research was the manners and rules of civility gentlefolk were to know. The Colonial Williamsburg site has a page on the Rules of Civility and Decent Behavior in Company and Conversation, as transcribed by George Washington at the age of 16 or so, when he lived at Ferry Farm. It can be found several other places around the web too.
Reading through the 100+ rules of etiquette really enriched my understanding of the culture of the time. And explained some things. You know how you get that particular feeling of decorum and elegance from paintings of the time? These rules actually make it pretty clear it wasn’t a trick of the artist. I’m going to give y’all a taste of some of their rules and manners. The spelling and capitalization are all George’s. =) Enjoy!
~In the Presence of Others Sing not to yourself with a humming Noise, nor Drum with your Fingers or Feet.
~Shift not yourself in the Sight of others nor Gnaw your nails.
~(One of my favorites) Shake not the head, Feet, or Legs rowl not the Eys lift not one eyebrow higher than the other wry not the mouth, and bedew no mans face with your Spittle, by approaching too near him when you Speak.
~Kill no Vermin as Fleas, lice ticks &c in the Sight of Others, if you See any filth or thick Spittle put your foot Dexteriously upon it if it be upon the Cloths of your Companions, Put it off privately, and if it be upon your own Cloths return Thanks to him who puts it off.
~let your Countenance be pleasant but in Serious Matters Somewhat grave.
~Shew not yourself glad at the Misfortune of another though he were your enemy.
~Superfluous Complements and all Affectation of Ceremonie are to be avoided, yet where due they are not to be Neglected.
~Let your Discourse with Men of Business be Short and Comprehensive.
~Undertake not to Teach your equal in the art himself Proffesses; it Savours of arrogancy.
~Do not express Joy before one sick or in pain for that contrary Passion will aggravate his Misery.
~ Mock not nor Jest at any thing of Importance break no Jest that are Sharp Biting and if you Deliver any thing witty and Pleasent abstain from Laughing there at yourself.

~ Wherein wherein you reprove Another be unblameable yourself; for example is more prevalent than Precepts.
~ Wear not your Cloths, foul, unript or Dusty but See they be Brush’d once every day at least and take heed that you approach not to any Uncleaness.
~ Run not in the Streets, neither go too slowly nor with Mouth open go not Shaking yr Arms kick not the earth with yr feet, go not upon the Toes, nor in a Dancing fashion.
~ Eat not in the Streets, nor in the House, out of Season.
~ Speak not of doleful Things in a Time of Mirth or at the Table; Speak not of Melancholy Things as Death and Wounds, and if others Mention them Change if you can the Discourse tell not your Dreams, but to your intimate Friend.
~ Go not thither, where you know not, whether you Shall be Welcome or not. Give not Advice without being Ask’d & when desired do it briefly.
~Reprehend not the imperfections of others for that belongs to Parents Masters and Superiours.
by Roseanna White | Apr 10, 2013 | 17th-19th Centuries, Remember When Wednesdays
Okay, I’m too excited not to mention it, though I’m not sure if I can share the image yet–I was surprised by my cover for Circle of Spies yesterday afternoon! I wasn’t expecting this for another few months, so it was pretty cool to get it early, while I’m still writing it. I’ll share the image when I get the go-ahead, but for now, I’ll just talk a bit about why I absolutely love it. =)
First, the model is 100% perfect. Closest match to Emma Stone as a redhead that I’ve seen, LOL. The costuming is excellent–they put her in half-mourning as I requested, an elegant gray day dress with black piping. Love it! My critique partner declared the gloves she’s wearing totally awesome. =) The colors are muted, which the designer got spot-on without any input from me. All through the book I’m describing the world as gray and colorless, the vibrancy having been leached out by the war. He didn’t know that, but he sure got it right! (Which draws the eye straight to her beautiful red hair. Just like happened with my hero, LOL. PERFECT!!)
And in the background is Ford’s Theater!
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Ford’s Theater |
This is pretty exciting in and of itself, because the next scene I’m writing with Marietta will be at the theater. =) I listed it as a possible background image months ago, but at the time wasn’t sure how I would get her there. Then when I had the epiphany of how, when, and why she was at Ford’s Theater, I had no clue if they’d want to go that way for the cover. So this is just amazingly fun!
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Actress Laura Keene,
star of Our American Cousin |
She won’t be there the night Lincoln is assassinated–she’s in some hot water of her own then–but she goes a month before, when the same play is being performed. Which, for those of you like me who don’t have all this history memorized randomly, was Our American Cousin. It was a comedy about a British dowager who thought a visiting bumpkin was an American millionaire. The star of the performance was Laura Keene. On that fateful night in April, Booth chose the laughter following one of her most famous lines in the play to cover the sound of his gunshot.
So yep, this cover came at a perfect time for me and will be up on my screen providing inspiration as I write the scene–hopefully today, but maybe tomorrow, as I have two scenes to get through before she gets there. =) This will be Marietta’s first social appearance since emerging from second-mourning, and it’s a big one for her, because she makes it without a certain someone by her side…and I daresay he’ll be none too pleased about that when he gets back from his conspiratorial trip to Cumberland. 😉
Ah, I love this stuff. Happy Wednesday, everyone!