Please welcome guest blogger Taryn Kincaid
Usually, when we think of world-building and what goes into that, we are talking about science fiction, fantasy, futuristics or paranormals. Things that may or may not exist, but are outside our usual and customary daily experience, beyond the confines of our day-to-day lives.
But historicals work the same way. We are taking a voyage into the (to us) unknown.
You may have to depend on research a little more and wild flights of fancy and imagination just a tad less (although I’m not so sure of that, considering the research one might put in to make certain a dragon’s vertebrae and wing span align just so, or that the phantasmagorical steam punk engine properly pistons).
The end result is largely the same.
The reader is not sitting on your lap, looking over your shoulder at your research notes, after all, when your writing is transporting him or her to another planet, another place, another time.
Yes, those Regency-era bastions of maledom known as Tattersall’s and White’s really did exist (and White’s still exists), but so do Jupiter and Mars. You can no more talk about the plexiglass bow window at 37-38 St. James Street than you can about earth’s moon being made of green cheese or Saturn’s rings being made of Popsicle sticks. (Granita, maybe. If you are clever and consistent about it.)
Going back in time (a place none of us have yet actually been or have yet actually travelled to) to show your reader the hierarchy inside Almack’s and how that affects your characters, is not a whole lot different than recounting the social more’s of life on a ring of Saturn. Well, except for the stale cake and tepid tea.
But your world, wherever or whenever it is, must be logical. And must make sense, if not in the realm of true physics, at least within the confines of the book covers.
In Sleepy Hollow Dreams, my erotic paranormal from The Wild Rose Press, the hero, Ryck Van Winkle, is a dream voyager who has been trapped in time and another dimension since colonial days. But he’s visited scores of women in dreams over the centuries, absorbing each generation’s mannerisms, speech, customs…and modern conveniences. He doesn’t speak like an ancient, and that’s the explanation why. And when Ryck finally meets the heroine, Katy, in the flesh, and she attempts to shock him by showing him a big-screen TV featuring a baseball game, Ryck isn’t shocked at all.
In Healing Hearts, my new Regency from Carina Press, I created a fictional windswept cliff in Kent, the same way I concocted that fictionalized version of Sleepy Hollow, where Ryck and Katy reside, suddenly overset with demons and an evil succubus.
And I so enjoyed my sojourn in both those worlds.
~ Taryn Kincaid
Taryn Kincaid started writing as soon as she could and never stopped. Sometimes she has been lucky enough to get paid for it. As an award-winning reporter and columnist, she covered everything from fires and homicides, to corrupt politicians and hero dogs. And also the fun-and-fluff stuff. Not usually a bit like TV. Nowadays, she haunts courthouses. That's not usually a bit like TV, either. Taryn reads and writes all genres. She is a member of RWA, Hudson Valley RWA and RWA's Beau Monde, and Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapters. She is the author of Healing Hearts, a Regency novella, and Sleepy Hollow Dreams, an erotic paranormal. Taryn is addicted to the blogosphere. And Twitter.
Read more about Sleepy Hollow Dreams and Healing Hearts on my blog: http://dreamvoyagers.blogspot.com
As a girl, Emma Whiteside asked Adam Caldwell, Viscount Riverton, to wait for her to be of marriageable age. Now, twelve years later, Emma hates Adam as much as she once loved him, holding the former army major responsible for the death of her brother on the battlefield.
Adam already blames himself for the loss of the men under his command. But the fiery young woman Emma's become sparks his arousal, as well as emotions Adam thought long dead. The passion between them makes him want to reclaim the man he was before the war.
Though she tries to hold on to her hatred, Emma's longing for Adam is undeniable, especially after the two share a smoldering kiss. Still, Adam is certain no woman would want a man so damaged. Can Emma prove him wrong?