Damsels in Regress was set up to be a place where three authors could share their love of books and history with the internet at large. It was NOT set up to be a personal blog, full of angst and randomness and half-formed thoughts posted throughout the day. But that all being said, this Damsel has a true confession to make:
I am tired of writing historical fiction and can’t wait to move on to something else.
Wow, did I just admit that on my historical fiction blog? Well, too late now, folks–it’s out there. I must confess after the past five years of living through World War II in the head of a British teenager, I am exhausted. Wiped out. Kaput. My next project, once my last book in this trilogy is at last complete and coherent, will be something utterly different. It may not even be a novel, but when I get to writing another novel, I have vowed it will not be set in the past. It will feature today’s kids and teens in all their 2010 glory.
This is not a change of heart on my part. I love history. I have loved historical fiction since I discovered the American Girl books in grade school. I even love the research, that great process of discovery where you pick up the most random bits of information along with the things you’re going after in the first place. And I love being back in time, erasing the last seventy years and pretending the world is still at war saving bacon grease and listening to new Glenn Miller records. But just like book characters who time-travel and find it has taken a toll on their bodies, my mental time travel has taken its toll, too. So much as I would love to set a story during the Irish War for Independence or colonial Boston or the Jazz Age, I have to live in the present for a little bit until I’m ready to commit to learning all I can about that time and place. I have to close the door to the past when my last chapters have been written.
I am going to Europe in September, my first vacation with just my husband since our honeymoon almost four years ago (that’s what you get for moving across the country from your family). We’ll visit the Netherlands, Belgium, and northern France–Paris, Normandy, and Brittany. We’ll see famous landmarks, gorgeous churches, great works of art, convoluted train stations, and lots and LOTS of history. The last time I went to Europe, well, some of that history got to me, and I started a book. Five years later, I’m screaming for mercy on my blog, saying I can’t live in the past anymore.
September will be interesting…