Hi, everyone. While I am a trifle late to the MeWe party, I’m giving it a look. Find me here if you’d like to add me to your list.
As someone who lives with an invisible illness, Hashimoto’s Disease, I must say that I’m particularly looking forward to this talk during the Historical Novel Society’s virtual conference.
Shakespeare was the Lin Manuel-Miranda of his day. For those Hamilton fans of the Broadway stage, Shakespeare used the devices common to his day to tell the audiences stories of history, of love, of hate, of violence, of jealousy, of joy, of lust, of betrayal, of innocence, of arrogance, of passion, of the travails of the ordinary man as well as noble. The invention of the human, as we all know is still happening on the Broadway stage and lesser stages around the world. The genius of Shakespeare is seen clearly today in our modern versions of Manuel-Miranda and Andrew Lloyd Webber.How to Enjoy Shakespeare | The Hist Fic Chickie
I am one of those rare birds who actually enjoys Shakespeare. Click through for some additional thoughts, as well as author D.K. Marley’s recommendations for some filmed productions to check out.
I always enjoy getting a peek into my fellow historical fiction authors’ mindset. This is a nice look at the reasons one author is fascinated with the prehistorical period.
An efriend writer originally published this as a guest post on their blog to help me launch Against All Odds August 2020. In case you missed it there, here are my anecdotal thoughts on how to add drama to your story:
Historical fiction tells a story based in the past. It requires lots of facts and must wrap readers in the atmosphere of the time. Its popularity often relies on our need to make sense of the tumultuous world around us. In my case, this is absolutely true. I didn’t understand how man thrived in a violent world where he wasn’t king and had no survival tools other than his big brain. The more I dug into the history, the more reasons I uncovered for his prowess. Now, I feel like I understand that anomaly.
That is why I write prehistoric fiction (a sub-genre of historical fiction) but there…
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As long-time readers know, our family looks after a colony of feral cats. Before the lockdown, we were able to get kittens trapped and neutered, and possibly find them families (we have done so with 11 of them). Any cats that were not adoptable were returned to the colony with ear tips, where we could make sure they were safe and fed. I have a chart wherein I monitor how often we see them, where they were seen, etc.
Since the lockdown, the feral fix programs in our county have all been closed. That means it’s been more than a year since we’ve been able to get the cats “fixed.” Two litters were born during lockdown; all three kittens from one litter were adopted together. The other litter were born during a time with a lot of chaos in our yard as work was being done and were not really socialized … nor have they been trapped and “fixed.”
I have two pregnant queens in the colony right now to boot, but that’s not the point of the story.
Feral cats tend to be skittish and avoid people. It takes a lot for them to trust people. I feel grateful when any of them allow petting or handling.
Just now I went out into the front yard and found a Nerf dart. These are soft, spongy toy darts that are “kid safe.” However, it’s worth noting that we are empty nesters. There are no kids here.
This means only one thing: someone thought it was a good idea to shoot this thing at the ferals.
I am absolutely furious. There is never an excuse for trying to frighten animals that are doing you no harm.