Our guest blogger today is Beverly Adam. Beverly writes Regency historical romances for Lachesis Publishing. And her books always have a good dose of humour. Her Gentlemen of Honor series follows three wonderful heroes and heroines in Ireland. Book 1 is The Spinster and The Earl, Book 2 (newly released) is The Lady and The Captain. Book 3 The Widow and The Rogue will be out soon.
Here’s Beverly . . .
When I was a little girl I used to go up into my grandmother’s attic and look at old dress patterns, picturing the fabric and embellishments used to make the garments as if they were already sewn, imagining the tea gown with the handkerchief hemline being worn with a wide brimmed hat. The lady, wearing the peach colored tea gown, for that’s what I’ve decided the color of the fabric of the gown should be, is greeted by friends when stepping down from the wide porch of a clapboard New England house. A garden party is taking place on the lawn below and guests are drinking homemade lemonade and playing croquet. A young man with slicked back hair, wearing a Gatsby type linen suit with a straw bowler sees her for the first time from his canary yellow roadster. He exits the car with a slight limp, an old injury causing him to grimace in pain from the first World War, and greets her, dialogue ensues, facial gestures and intonation are added and an intimate joke shared.
Not much has changed since my early childhood adventures up in grandma’s attic. I am still inspired by objects, pictures, and events of the past. When I set my imagination into motion I fill in what I think my five senses would see and feel when writing. Upon looking at a picture of a Regency wedding gown online I imagine the soft silk and lace of the garment, feel the ribbons running smoothly through my fingers, the threads used to stitch it together, the chatter of the women finishing the gown, everything becomes a tactile moment, inspiring me. The body may be tightened by laces in the back, the inset stays digging into the flesh, remembering similar moments in my own life when my body was constrained or released.
My imagination is stirred by remembered emotions. It doesn’t take a lot of thinking for me to include the movements of the body as the wearer of the garment feels a stitch in her side from too much dancing, I had done that myself, or imagine the conversations taking place as someone deeply murmurs, “You look more beautiful than I could have possibly imagined . . . ” as the heroine takes off the delicate fabric, which tears a little later when the hero eagerly tries to undress her. The story unfolds into a love scene where feeling and emotions take over, a romantic moment is played out onboard a ship deck, the ballroom or bedroom, written out as if I, the writer, were watching a movie in my mind, except more intimately, as if I were living the emotions myself, and putting it into the story to share with the reader. Yes, inspiration for my writing comes from all types of experiences, some lived and some daydreamed, into a tale I play out in my thoughts and share with my readers, which I hope they will enjoy.