The Militiverse

  Good evening my lovely friends. Come in, take the weight off your feet. I have just opened a lovely bottle of Provencal Rose , perfectly chilled. Lady Cora cat may or may not join us later. My research trip to Prague has been very productive, I have enjoyed some of the best jazz and yes, the green fairy was, shall we say mischievous. Now tell me something, do you sleep deeply? Uninterrupted dreams, the required eight hours? You do? Please, tell me your secret. Get comfy my lovelies, I have a confession to make, and please don’t hold it against me. It Started Respectably, I Swear When I started writing as a professional writer, I always knew the importance of research, especially for historical fiction. Dates, events, and characters would have to be accurately portrayed. I would read voraciously on the subject I was writing about. Twenty plus years ago, the internet was a resource that arrived and possibly saved a lot of time, and possibly my sanity. I still have referenc...

  Happy Monday my lovelies. Did you have a fantastic weekend? Good, good. I had a very enjoyable one here in the Militiverse. Can I take your coat and offer you something to drink, tea, coffee, or something a little more… veinous? Tonight, let’s talk about how control is the real seduction in books. Get comfy and let’s begin.   Measured Moves It was my last night in the city. The trip had been to scout out places where he would go, bars he frequented. Drinks he enjoyed. All the little details that go into making the scenes authentic. That first night, he came to my room. He oozed a confidence that I knew he was going to be different, difficult, everything about him was measured and completely on his terms. Even now, he decides that he has something to add. I had left my main notebook in my hotel room. In my bag, I had a smaller one, bought about an hour and a half earlier in a convenience store near a metro station. I removed the notebook, glanced at the cover...

  Good evening, everyone, I hope that you’ve had a wonderful weekend. I have been polishing the manuscript and as I was rewriting it, I thought of the character and why he is not safe to love. Last week we discussed ‘ The Moment He Became Dangerous (And I Let Him)’ So let me pour you something chilled and refreshing and let’s discuss why we love men who are not safe to love. Built, Not Born I decided that as I was on a research trip in one of the most beautiful and romantic cities, it was time that I left the confines of the beautiful old gothic hotel. I’d been writing, taking notes, reliving the night that I arrived. In a beautiful café, I sat down at a table, glanced around at the others who were seated having their afternoon coffee. The server came over and I ordered a glass of white wine. I put my notebook on the table. It was a little breezy and the page opened to where I had been reading earlier. Skill: Exceptional swordsman. Can spot lies without trying. Charm. ...

  Good evening my lovely friends, can you believe it’s April? I’ve been busy researching, rewriting, and editing. I love researching especially when it involves travelling to locations that will feature in future books. More about that later. As I said before, rewriting and editing is the polishing phase of the book, the part where the characters have spoken, told their side of the story and then you, their biographer, reads it and tightens the outcome. But, let me tell you a little secret, the characters sometimes reveal a little of themselves, a part that they never wanted to, they kept hidden, and that my friends, is the moment it gets dangerous. Pull up a chair, get comfy and I’ll tell you. The Quiet Shift Imagine a hotel room, lights are low, there’s a beautiful antique four poster bed. Soft décor, all very pleasing to the eye. The sash window is half open and somewhere outside down a cobbled street, a lone saxophone fills the air with its slow, sad sound. There’s a...