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#HistFicThursdays - Well, it's Byron, isn't it?

 As it's National Poetry Day, I thought I'd share a few thoughts on Byron. The celebrity cult of Lord Byron began while he was still alive, boomed when he died, and still continues today. He remains an object of fascination, scandal, and appeal. I've been interested in him since I first read about him in a "Famous People" encyclopaedia. It was a children's book, so it did not explore the more infamous aspects of his life. But it was enough to inspire me to delve further into research on the man and the myth - including the puzzle of the mirror . Ultimately, Byron went on to become a major inspiration for my first published book Day's Dying Glory , right down to its title. His early poems (generally my favourite ones) feature heavily in the book, and I enjoyed weaving in lines and references which Byron-fans would spot where others might not even notice them. Poets and poetry have inspired hundreds of writers. It is fascinating that language can be so power...

#HistFicThursdays - Horrible Histories 12 - We're History


 It's been quite a year! I'm delighted to have shared a post with you all on every Thursday of 2022 on the theme of Historical Fiction. I've loved spreading the word about some of the fantastic historical writers (as in writers of history!), shared a few ideas of my own, and looked at a few of the Horrible Histories songs along the way. While #HistFicThursdays will be continuing into the new year, this will be my last Horrible Histories blog (but take a look at some of the other songs which I didn't get around to, as well, because they are brilliant, too!). And it had to be this one...

The great thing about historical fiction, is that it doesn't matter what period you want to write, each one of them offers something new to the world we live in today. Whether you're delving back into prehistory where this song starts, or just heading back to the World Wars where it finishes, there were major discoveries and personal stories along the way. With so much pull back into history, it's tricky to keep our feet firmly rooted in the 21st century. From my own writing, I've leapt through ten centuries in short stories and novels: a whole millennia. I'm as guilty as the next person for being swept away on the ideas of chivalry and heroic deeds - and these definitely happened - but there was a fair share of nastiness along the way too.

Finding that balance in writing and understanding history is so important. This song goes a little way to showing that. Whether it's the Romans building roads and slaughtering Christians, or the Renaissance of "progress in science and arts" whilst simultaneously burning and beheading people. But, depending on the genre your historical fiction takes place in, both things may appear in your writing.

And then there are those stories - or collections of stories - which span centuries. At the millennium (yes, I'm old enough to remember that!) my sister got a selection of children's stories featuring one from each century since that mystical Year Nought. I often think of that, and this song always make me think of it. What would it be to time-travel from that time to this, picking up on those groundbreaking and horrible moments, sharing in everything which came with them? Watching this song, it makes me want to emulate the spirit of that book, to write something which will tell those stories across all time. There's a new goal, then - something to keep me busy in the New Year!

Happy New Year, Readers and Writers, and may all your historical books feature great adventure with just enough "horrible" bits to keep it interesting!

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