Historical Fiction Research

Hello,

For those of you who write historical fiction, you know that it requires tons of research to get all the facts accurate. Today’s featured post is just what the writer needs. It is informative and has some great ideas on researching time periods for a novel.

 

Watch Movies and Television Program From Your Time Period
There are scores of documentaries on nearly every subject you can imagine. Just like books, when it comes to video artifacts there are primary sources and secondary sources. A documentary is a secondary source while a movie or radio/TV broadcast from the time period is a primary source. Try listening to the radio broadcast of the explosion of the Hindenburg and then read an article about it. You’ll see that there’s nothing quite as dramatic as listening to the broadcaster as he tries to describe the tragedy happening right before his eyes. Be aware that modern movies set in historical time periods may or may not portray it accurately. Double-check your facts! Click here to read the rest of this helpful article.

 

Nancy and Kelly

Let’s Give Thanks

Cultivating Thankfulness to Soothe an Aching Heart

Since we are in the Thanksgiving season, count your blessings. If desire for a child is intense, it can blind us to the gifts we are receiving.

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Take time to thank the Lord for all the good things He has given you. It will refocus your perspective. Most of us come to realize we have a lot more to be thankful for than we think.

A Diamond in the Rough,

Nancy

A Faith Tested, Part Five

A Faith Tested, Part Five

I swallowed the flutter in my throat and said nothing.

“Christina changed her mind again and wants us to come and get the baby now.”

I could feel the flutters in my stomach, the rest of my body had gone numb. “What?”

He took a deep breath, slowly exhaling it. “I told Susan we were in Florida, she advised us to fly home today if possible.” He sighed keeping his eyes on me. “What do you want to do Rhonda?”

I pressed my hand to my heart and felt it pounding. “I don’t know, what do you think?”

“I can call the airport and see about changing our flight?”

“Okay, yes! Let’s go home and get our baby.”

We flew home that night. It was too late to go to the adoption agency, but Susan promised to meet us there first thing in the morning. We didn’t sleep much that night and rose early again the next morning. When we arrived at the adoption agency, Susan was waiting for us as promised. The baby would be brought over to the agency once all the paperwork was signed.

We chatted nervously for a while as we looked over the papers. This was it, our little girl would be here soon. When the phone in the office rang we thought it was the receptionist letting us know the baby was here. Susan left the office only to return a few minutes later empty handed.

My heart began to beat faster as I studied her face. She walked towards me and gently placed her hands on my shoulders. “Rhonda, I’m so sorry …”

The tears began to fall. “No, you can’t keep doing this to us.”

Art ran over to me and put his arms around me. “We flew back from Florida last night; you said she wanted us to have the baby.” His voice was angry.

Shaking her head Susan wiped the tears misting her eyes. “I know, I don’t know what happened. She changed her mind once again today. I’m so sorry.”

Still crying, Art and I walked out of her office without saying another word.

 

To be continued….

Kelly

A Faith Tested, Part Four

A Faith Tested, Part Four

“Is something wrong with the baby?” I asked interrupting her, my heart in my throat.

She shook her head no before looking at the ground. “I don’t know how to tell you this except to come right out and say it.” She took a deep breath while we held ours. “The birth mother has changed her mind and doesn’t want to give her up now.”

I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach. “No, not again, please let us just talk to her…”

I couldn’t go on the tears were pooling in my eyes threatened to break through. I didn’t know how I could go on after this. Why God? Why would you let this happen to us again?

I’m not sure how I got home that day, I was numb. I couldn’t go near the baby’s room without breaking into tears. Decorations from the baby shower were still sitting on my mantel and everywhere I looked I saw baby items for a baby I didn’t have.  I had to get away for a while, lick my wounds, and come to terms with the fact, that I might never become a mom.

Art wasn’t doing much better than I was, and he agreed that we needed to leave home for a while.  We wanted to go someplace happy and settled on Disney World, it is after all the happiest place on Earth right? We left for Florida the next day, hoping that our heavy hearts would find some joy once again.

The humid air greeted us as we stepped off the air plane was a welcomed relief to the dryness we had at home. Beautiful flowers, dotted the landscape of lush green bushes surrounding the airport. I was excited as we drove to the hotel. It was nice to not have to think about anything.

After dropping off our bags in our room, we decided to head over to Disney World. It was a short drive and on the way we chatted about how different Florida was from Colorado. The parking lot was huge and the amount of cars filing to get in was a clear indication of its popularity. My husband and I, had been talking about going to Disney World for years, but like lots of things we just put it off.

We spent the first day exploring the different worlds, admiring the work that was put into it. We sampled a variety of food along the way. Everywhere we went, we were surrounded by families of all kinds. I had always imagined that we would one day take our own child here, but with each disappointment, I feared it wouldn’t ever happen.

The next day we had an early start and were just starting to explore Epcot when Art’s phone rang. He walked over by the pond and I figured it must be something to do with work. I continued to meander through the small shops keeping an eye on him.

When he came back, he was shaking his head. “You’re not going to believe this.”

He looked upset and I worried that it was about work. “Is it work?”

He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. “That was Susan at the adoption agency.”

 

To be continued….

Kelly

A Refuge

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.  Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,  though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. “Selah”

Psalm 46:1-3

Interesting Resource For Writers

This is a neat resource for writers. If you write historical fiction you probably should check this out.

I’ve just discovered an online time suck that is not only addictive to the language lover, but a source of writerly ideas.  It’s the Google N-gram Viewer.

N-grams are drawn from a text or speech corpus that shows how the frequency of a word or phrase changes over time. Click here to learn more.

Nancy and Kelly

A Faith Tested, Part Three

A Faith Tested, Part Three

 

Opening a file on the table she scanned it before looking up at us. “Well, I’m going to give you a little background into the birth mother. First of all she is married, but the baby isn’t her husband’s. He has been away and she would rather he didn’t find out about it. She has a child at home with him, and this baby came as somewhat of a surprise.”

Taking a deep breath, I processed the information. “Does her family know about the baby?”

“I don’t believe so, but you are welcome to ask her.”

We all turned toward the door when a young woman in her early twenties walked in. She looked nervous but offered up a friendly hello.

Over the next hour we talked about a hundred different things. What our likes and dislikes were, to what our favorite foods were. Before we had left we exchanged our information and set a date for another meeting.  My husband and I left feeling hopeful and happy for the first time in a long time.

As the next few months flew by, we met with the young mother several times. She gave up pictures of the ultra sound and we hung them on the refrigerator. We found out that it was a little girl and everything was going great. The birth mother wanted to have us in the delivery room with her and asked us to pick out a name that she could begin calling her by.

As the due date got closer, my friends and family threw us a baby shower. We had her room all ready and we were on call day and night. When the call came that the birth mother was in labor, we rushed to the hospital. Both my husband and I were nervous but excited to meet her. With the final push out she came, a head full of hair and lusty cry. The birth mother asked my husband to cut the cord and with tears in his eyes he did. The first time I held her, was a moment I’ll never forget.

Later that night as the baby went to the nursery and the birth mother was resting, we said our goodbyes and promised to be back first thing in the morning. It was a long day but we had a daughter, we joked about how tonight would be our last night in a long time to sleep. I laughed thinking I wasn’t sure if I could sleep, I was too excited. I wanted to stay at the hospital but the nurses told me it would be better for me to go home and get some rest.

The next morning as the first rays of sunshine began to light the sky, my husband and I were both up and dressed. We got to the hospital around seven am and were told to wait in the waiting room, because our case worker was coming down to get us. We figured it was just a formality. When Susan walked through the doors we jumped up and rushed towards her. We had brought some flowers for the birth mom along with an outfit for the baby and her car seat. I was so preoccupied with seeing the baby that I didn’t really look to closely at Susan until she asked us to sit back down.

Her face was grim. “Art, Rhonda…”

To be continued…..

Kelly

Overcoming

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

John 16:33