Remember When . . . The Family Moved?
Cornwall |
In writing the Shadows Over England series, I did a lot of studying of the geography of England. For book 1, I only had two scenes in London, and then the rest was in Cornwall. So the fact that my family’s big trip to England fell during the writing/editing of A Name Unknown served me quite well. We spent a lovely four days in Cornwall, which gave me the opportunity to explore it and get to know the neighborhood in which Peter Holstein lived.
Aberystwyth Castle – Pinterest |
But also in A Song Unheard, I needed to get more specific about where the family lived in London. I knew it would be a big deal by book 3, which would take place almost entirely in that city, so it was time to get serious. The scenes in book 2 that actually took place in London were based partly upon my own very limited exploration of the place. When I realized Lukas would likely have come into St. Pancras train station–the same place we went by train to France–I decided I’d put my fictional newspaper office that he was seeking on the very street where our hotel was located. Why not? That allowed me to describe things like walking distance and surroundings with a bit of knowledge.
Post from April 2017 |
But An Hour Unspent was a different story. First of all, I needed the neighborhood where my family of thieves had spent most of their lives. You may remember my post from last April, when my tyrannical book refused to be set where I wanted it to be. *Sigh* After searching through my book of London boroughs, I decided to put them in Poplar–historically one of the poorest sections of London. This, then, is where Pauly’s pub is, and where Rosemary and Willa and Barclay were the most comfortable. The streets they know best.
The awesome book I found that takes you through London borough by borough, following the Thames |
Remember When . . . She Played the Violin?
I thought it would be fun to take a quick look today at Willa’s violin…or, rather, violins in general, and some info that appears in A Song Unheard about this beautiful stringed instrument.
Glory of Angels by Gaudenzio Ferrari. Not to be confused with Enzo Ferrari. Or, you know, other painters with the same surname. |
Stradivari Violin |
Willa, of course, didn’t know all this history. What she did know was that Stradivari was always heralded as THE luthier whose instruments everyone wanted to own. That’s certainly true today just as it was a hundred years ago.
During the Little Ice Age, trees couldn’t grow very much. So the rings were narrow, and the wood, therefore, was very dense. The forest from which Stradivari sourced his wood was full of Little Ice Age trees, whose wood was heavy and dense. Meaning the instruments, while the same size as others made from different wood, would be a bit heavier and denser, and that of course effected the sound.
She got up again and strode to the
wardrobe. Not set on grabbing a hat for the trek she had to make, but to pull
out that battered violin case. She set it on the bed and extracted the
equally-battered violin.Poor thing. It looked like a rag
next to the memory of the Stradivarius she’d held last night. Dull and scarred
and . . . lighter, even, as if the wood were too thin. Perhaps it was. Still,
it was one of her oldest friends, and her fingers caressed the familiar curves
and corners, ran along the strings.~ A Song Unheard, Chapter 6
Remember When . . . We Traveled?
We live in a pretty amazing time, don’t we? When traveling has become fairly easy and affordable. One can get from the east coast of America to Europe for just a couple hundred bucks (if one is willing to travel light and compromise on leg room…). We can travel from state to state by highway, train, or plane. The world is there, waiting to be experienced, and few people today will face the reality of most people two hundred years ago–to never go more than 20 miles from home.
Over the weekend, my family and I sat down and wrote out a list of places we’d like to go and things we’d like to see. Some of them are pretty simple and easily done–the Smithsonian, the Pittsburgh zoo again, that sort of thing.
Then there are those entries that say things like the Maldives. Or Padagonia. Not quite so easily accomplished, hence the need for a list and planning to see which we might actually get to some day.
I have characters, of course, who have traveled farther than I ever have. And others who have never really strayed from their own neighborhood. Travel, and its progress, has played a part in many of my stories, and I remember the elation of realizing in Circle of Spies that there were trains now! And telegraphs! People and news could move so much faster! LOL
As my family dreams about our someday-travels, I’d love to know what’s on YOUR list! Where have you gone that you loved, either domestically or abroad? What’s on your list of places you would love to see someday? Please share!
Remember When ~ A Song Unheard Book Trailer!
We’re only a few weeks from the official release of A Song Unheard. My copies have arrived, and orders of signed copies from my store are in the mail.
And so, it seemed like the perfect time to share the book trailer! (If for any reason it doesn’t work for you here, you can watch it on Vimeo.)
A Song Unheard ~ Book Trailer from WhiteFire TV on Vimeo.
I’m so excited to share this with you!! Here’s the scoop on it.
- A year ago, I ran the Song Unheard Contest, in which people could submit a melody that would become “Willa’s Song.” My daughter and I chose 3 finalists, and then the public voted on their favorite, and y’all chose the song you hear featured in the video, composed by Jessica Brand.
- My friend Harry Burchell III graciously saved me some time and transcribed Jessica’s beautiful melody into sheet music.
- The amazing Taylor Bennett performed and recorded said music on the violin.
- My wonderful English friend and beta reader (who checks my books for Americanisms for me) Elizabeth recorded the voice-over.
- My awesome husband of WhiteFire Media produced the trailer.
Wow, that’s a lot of people who participated and helped me create this! Hence why it’s no surprise how much I love it. Thank you to all who submitted songs for the contest or voted on their favorites, and even bigger thanks to those who brought it to life!
I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! And if it does its job (ahem) and makes you want to rush out and buy the book, you can find it here:
Remember When . . . Food Was Scarce
As I write a series about the Great War, set in Europe, I keep being reminded of one of the hardships that goes hand-in-hand with total war: hunger. Within months of the German invasion of France and Belgium in 1914, lack of food became an issue. First in Belgium, where citizens were accustomed to buying nearly all their everyday food from abroad, and then in occupied France, where the locally grown produce was being requisitioned by the German army.
In A Song Unheard, my hero is from Belgium, though he’s currently in Wales with an orchestra made up of other Belgian refugees. But his sister and mother are still in Brussels, and through the eyes of his little sister, Margot, we get a glimpse of wartime in an occupied country. The anxiety of realizing that there’s only a few weeks’ supply of food in the country. The reality of bread lines. The question of whether aid will come.
Something I found interesting as I was researching A Song Unheard–and which came up again in my research for the final book in the Shadows Over England Series, An Hour Unspent (due to my editor on Friday, eeep!)–is that the British were not happy with the idea of other countries sending food aid to Belgium and France.
Seems kind of strange, right? These were their allies. They obviously didn’t want the people to starve. But they held an American ship filled with food for Belgium for months in a British port. Why?
Because they didn’t want it to help the German army. And even if the rescue workers could guarantee all the food went to civilians, they still argued it would indirectly aid the German army, since it would mean less competition for what food was in the country. They’d blockaded German ports and wanted them to feel the pressure.
Eventually, the British government had to grant their approval to the aid. Hence began the Commission for Relief in Belgium (CRB), which took much-needed supplies into Belgium and Northern France throughout the war. Crossing front lines in both directions, allowed past blockades, and permitted to move freely through the war zones, the CRB was called, by one British diplomat, “a piratical state organized for benevolence.”
So naturally, they’re going to have to play a small role in my stories. 😉