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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 - The Trouble with Genres

 Recently, someone on the Historical Writers Forum was talking about how to categorise their new WIP (which sounds like it will be amazing!), and had settled on "medieavally-inspired nonsense". And it got me thinking... why do we need to categorise books so rigidly?

Historical Fiction has, for quite a long time, been thought of as a settling as least as much as a genre. After all, we have Historical Romance, Historical Adventure, Historical Mystery, and Historical Fantasy. But this begs two questions: Is "historical" a subgenre rather than a genre or a setting? And then: does it matter?

Our love of labels has gone mad!

Amazon love to attitribute genres. I suppose there are those who go onto certain sections and have a look at them but, as an author, they are horribly flawed. Example: Beneath Black Clouds and White is listed on Amazon  in the Historical French Fiction category. Why? Because it begins with the French Revolution. None of it, however, takes part in France, neither is there any French spoken in it (it would be a disaster if I attempted that with my severely limited French)! No one will ever find my book in that genre. C'est la vie...😕 What it's actually about is people, but it's not exactly Literary Fiction either. Grrr! What a nightmare!

I had mostly consigned myself to the fact genres were something of a stranglehold on an author. Then the fabulous Kevin Beynon of Scarlet Ferret bookshop picked up on how The Year We Lived did not fit into a generic genre. I'm immensely grateful to him for this, not only because Scarlet Ferret stock my eBook(!), but because I realised that there was no need for my writing to fit into these restrictive boxes.

The Year We Lived is a great example of putting our modern beliefs and (quite honestly) restrictive thoughts onto a historical setting. When I wrote it, I made sure that there was no part I could not justify or support with fact and research - yes, even the parts surrounding Dunstan. Then, I applied the viewpoint of Saxon superstition and early-medieaval Church law. As a result, what we now attempt to justify with logic, became supernatural. But this is not really a fantasy book per se. Instead, it's an historical book with an historical outlook.

So here's a challenge. Make the next book you choose to read something from an obscure subgenre, and the next book you chose to write something which doesn't look ahead to its genre. Instead, trust yourself. You could discover the next great book!

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