SOMEWHERE MY LASS, out May 26, 2010, is the next installment in my ‘SOMEWHERE’ series. SOMEWHERE MY LASS was an intriguing tale to weave and will not, I trust, disappoint. I did my usual obsessive research, but I love gleaning more about the past, so that’s all good. The hero and heroine, Neil and Mora, were vivid in my mind and a lot of fun to write. The romance between them is one of the best I’ve ever written. The chemistry just took off.
Interestingly enough, that’s not always the case. Sometimes my H&H dislike each other intensely, or one resents the other. Either I write my way through it until I uncover the live coals simmering beneath the ashes of their contempt, or seek out a different heroine. Usually, I”m pretty set on the hero. In the story I’m working on now, he was dead set against the heroine until I dug a little deeper and realized she wasn’t who she seemed to be. 🙂
Maybe this inner dialogue writers have with their characters contributes to the reputation of our being rather eccentric, or shall we say crazy. Those of you not given to this particular madness may assume I simply create my characters and have control over them. No way. I discover them, and get to know their likes and dislikes, what they would and wouldn’t do, all those quirks and foibles that make us unique human beings. I offer direction and reason with them as to why the story needs to go a certain way, but have learned that the flow is much better, certainly more natural, if I listen well to what they’re telling me. And so, I talk amongst ‘myselves,’ which worries my mother a trifle. But it’s an essential part of the creative process. At least, for me.
Regarding my settings, up until SOMEWHERE MY LASS I’ve set all my stories in America, past and present. This departure to Scotland was a challenge, but I drew deeply on my English Scots-Irish roots, which I’ve been doing all along. Apart from the prominent Native American heroes and characters in my work, (Through the Fire, Red Bird’s Song, Daughter of the Wind) the others are all of English/ Scots-Irish backgrounds, with a smidgen of French. My ancestors, too, have a smidgen of French in the meld. Being a history buff I’ve read up on and watched numerous programs set in the British Isles, a favorite of mine. I’m a British junkie, an anglophile, while equally preoccupied with early America. But then America and Great Britain are both tied together, and were especially linked in the colonial time period.
I’ve learned a great deal from my journey back to Bonnie Old Scotland and am pondering a sequel. My editor assures me there must be one (or two). I fell in love with the characters and new ones nudge at my mind. After you read SOMEWHERE MY LASS you will guess who I am likely to feature. 🙂 Hint, his name begins with an F.
First though I must finish my WIP, my first historical romance set in England. Again, an adventure to write and I’m learning a lot about England and France in 1789, the break out (big time!) of the French Revolution. Heads weren’t rolling yet but the country was aflame and aristocrats fleeing or fighting to hold onto their estates. No Scarlet Pimpernel on the scene yet, but I’ve always been fascinated with Sir Percy Blakeney. We have a noble gray tabby named Percy.
A little more about the inspiration behind SOMEWHERE MY LASS.
As is often the case, the opening of light paranormal romance SOMEWHERE MY LASS was inspired by a dream, one that grabbed my attention and made me wonder where in the world do I go from here? Inquiring minds like mine want to know the rest of the story and so I delved and plotted. Even lay awake nights trying to recapture that dream. Ultimately, this suspenseful time travel evolved from years of research into my distant Scottish roots and a long held fascination with the idea of actually being transported to the past, with a proviso that I can return to the present whenever the thrill wears off. Say, by teatime. My characters are more adventurous than I.
Certainly, I was influenced by my beloved C S Lewis in his Chronicles of Narnia that I grew up reading. I’m still looking for Narnia. Isn’t everyone? Not to mention, movies like Back to the Future and Timeline, but I like to think, and my editor assures me, that I’ve achieved an original take on the oft visited time travel theme. And no, I’ve not read author Diane Gabledon or other Scottish time travels so cannot be accused of those influences. I read little romance, investing much of my time in research and non-fiction.
Of course, my love for old castles and the Scottish highlands also lent inspiration. Many of the early Scots-Irish settlers to the Shenandoah Valley, my ancestors among them, chose to live here because of the resemblance the valley and mountains bore to Scotland & Ireland. As near to home as they were likely to find in the New World.
The concept behind my SOMEWHERE series is that the story opens in modern day, so far my homestate of Virginia and I don’t see that changing, and then transports the reader SOMEWHERE else. Either back to an earlier time in the same house, as in SOMEWHERE MY LOVE, or another place altogether, as in SOMEWHERE MY LASS. Sounds simple enough, right? But writing these stories isn’t. I thought I’d never make it through ‘Lass’ but am thrilled that I did. I hope you will be too.
“The Joshua Wilton House…is a superbsmall inn and restaurant” – The Sunday New York Times
“Joshua Wilton House offers guests an oasis of quiet charm and gracious living in the heart of the Shenandoah Valley. In an elegantly restored Victorian home, Joshua Wilton House occupies a corner in the historic “Old Town” district of Harrisonburg, Virginia.”
I love this beautiful old home, part of the inspiration behind SOMEWHERE MY LASS I used a compilation of Victorian era Virginia homes, some of which I’ve lived in, for the mysterious house in historic Staunton Virginia where the story begins~
Blurb: Neil MacKenzie’s well ordered life turns to chaos when Mora Campbell shows up claiming he’s her fiancé from 1602 Scotland. Her avowal that she was chased to the future by clan chieftain, Red MacDonald, is utter nonsense, and Neil must convince her that she is just addled from a blow to her head–or so he believes until the MacDonald himself shows up wanting blood. Mora knows the Neil of the future is truly her beloved Niall who disappeared from the past. Although her kinsmen believe he’s dead, and she is now destined to marry Niall’s brother, she’s convinced that if she and Neil return to the past, all will be right. The only problem is how to get back to 1602 before it’s too late. The balance of the present and future are in peril if she marries another, and the Neil of the present will cease to exist. An ancient relic and a few good friends in the future help pave the way back to the past, but will Mora and Neil be too late to save a love that began centuries before?
*The door to nowhere (or so Neil MacKenzie thought).