That’s how fairy tales start, isn’t it? And I have two to tell you in this, my very first blog.
… once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to tell stories but thought she couldn’t write them. That was me – three years ago, give or take a couple of weeks. I was studying history at uni and had a reasonable grip on the whole research essay process, but was quite convinced that fiction as a vehicle for history was beyond me. Now that was art and quite out of my league. But the whole reason I was studying history was because I loved stories about the past, so I decided to give it one last shot. I took a unit in creative writing. And I discovered that – maybe, just maybe – I could write fiction. I wrote my first novel over the next year at the same time as pursuing a PhD (warning: not recommended!) and now, after loads of editing, my Viking romance A Hawk Enslaved is going to be published by Ellora’s Cave!
And she lived happily ever after …
(Hmmm, we all know it doesn’t work like that. Well maybe that’s why I write historical romance: in my world, it does and will work like that!)
The main purpose of my blog is to feature snippets of the history – not the fairy tales! – behind my stories. BUT I am going to break my rule in the very next post and tell you my second promised fairy tale, but this time one told by the medieval Norse themselves. In fact, the story that inspired my own soon-to-be-published romance.