Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve been in Spain, flying around the skies with the vicious men of Hitler’s Legion Condor. I’ve been crossing the Atlantic with Negroes leaving the segregated South behind to fight so that others can be free. I’ve been painting with artists in Spain. Painting olive trees and white washed cottages, as seen in the midst of war. Beauty despite the darkness.
Okay, my journeys may only be in my “mind” by my research for my new book is sucking me away and pulling me in. Hopefully it will do the same for my readers.
For me writing historical fiction is like taking old photographs, stories, and conflicts and cutting and pasting them, choosing the most intriguing ones and assembling them, breathing life into them, and creating a movie worth of the big screen. One that would awe the crowds even more than The DiVinci Code!
In my mind the movie plays, and I translate the images into words on the page. Scene by scene, until the people in the written word are as real to me as the ones in my mind. As real as those who actual lived and fought and sometimes survived.
Of course, to do so, I can’t stay away long. Spain calls again, and I’m snatching up my travel VISA and heading back. Bon Voyage!