As you are well aware, I am busy finishing my first mainstream,
historic romance novel... Big deal for me. Huge.
So, I’ve been very careful about the historical accuracy of the
Revolutionary War-era drama… Hedging all bets here. Don’t want to be called out
on the carpet for a petticoat issue.
So, as would be expected, I have been especially careful about the real
historical figures who flavor the novel. There are only two. Neither
well-known, but both are legitimate, honest to Pete, factual characters…
Or at least they were.
Yeah, well, yesterday I finally got up the nerve to kick their
historicity to the curb and make them my own!
Their names were changed to ones of my liking. (Who could resist
plopping a Colonel Pettypool into a tale? I mean, really.)
Their ranks, their personal backgrounds and their looks were also
tweaked just enough to fit their fine butts into my story with the rest of my
characters.
It was so freeing!
So liberating!
I burned that bra and jiggled, baby!...
(Just kidding. No undergarments were set on fire. There was no
jiggling. And I’m quite aware that it’s not the 1970’s, thank you.)
Anyhow, the fact that it took me nearly a whole calendar year to have
the guts to fictionalize a couple of way dead dudes is way beyond normal.
Just saying.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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