So yes. Let’s be frank and forthright, and I suppose utterly blatant. 100,000 words is pretty IMPOSSIBLE. Twenty more days to cover that, and I’m not sure how ready I’d be ready to start school! It might be completely impossible, but unreasonable. A more comprehensive goal lies in a second course–extending this deadline to the tenth of September. For that special day I’ll go all out around here and post some polished up artwork for my book plus a few other bits that will officially introduce Strong Hearts.
Right now I’m only working on historical fiction. And I love it. I relish the past becoming vivid in my mind’s eye, and feeling out the time period of my work. The period costumes are especially interesting to write about, (inspiration found via Pinterest :D) plus the overall flavor of the era conjures an aura about me that is just captivating. The beginning of the 19th century radiates the thrill of adventure, the courage of those people of long past awakening a pride and joy in anyone who studies this epoch of Manifest Destiny. Admittedly, I get my hands on every book that comes within my reach associated with the Jeffersonian/Lewis and Clark era. You wouldn’t believe it. (If you know me, I guess you can believe it) I’ve took a dainty step into Fantasy and didn’t proceed further due to my fascination elsewhere. As some testify, it might be beneficial to test out that little-used genre, but as of yet I’ve rather avoided it. The only book I remember reading that is Fantasy is The Hobbit and I have still yet to read LOTR. Yes, I do need to get to work. But historical fiction is dominant. I think it will always be one of my first loves in regards to literature–and of course I love the classics (because they’re all historical, basically–at least most them are oriented around their time periods and eras–Austen/Dickens/Gaskell/Montgomery/Alcott . . .) SO I’m rambling! But I’ve needed to ramble on to anybody and nobody in particular, just cause. It lets off some steam, and I’ve been in need of that recently. I’m trying to be honest with you, readers, though it’s hard. Moving on–now I’ll discuss WHY Lewis and Clark . . .
I can’t linger long, but I’ll only say my love for the Lewis and Clark era is mostly because I am fascinated by Lewis. Yep, I already made those posts on him, and even shared some of my stuff I’ve written concerning him. Ever since I first learned about him . . . it is so-o-o sad . . . I felt very sorry for him, and wished his end could have been happier. His story is quite depressing. Maybe it’s part of my nature that tends to pity the villain, or the antihero. Lewis, in my point of view, is an antihero. Don’t get me wrong–he’s definitely our national heroic explorer, but . . .
he’s NOT a hero–he’s an antihero He’s not the typical, good OUTSTANDING role model. He’s not a Robert E. Lee, or Stonewall Jackson, or George Washington. There are so many mixed up stories concerning him, and so many rumors, and nobody knows who the real man was exactly, but we do know that he was troubled, wistful and desperate, and needed someone to understand. But he couldn’t find anyone who he could let himself go to (I also add he never found anyone who would marry him) Maybe it was partially his fault, maybe it wasn’t, and he couldn’t help it, that he approached girls the wrong way, and turned them off. Okay, I’ll stop here. I think I’ve been reading too much of Clay S. Jenkinson’s book The Character of Meriwether Lewis. Anyways, I’ll sign off here. There’s my ramble.
Picture credit: Michael Haynes
And to all you ladies out there who adore period dramas, Meriwether Lewis did wear a cravat!!!
Post Script: In six more days is Meriwether Lewis’s birthday o.O I’ll probably be doing something big on August 18. Haha–so you can call me a nerd!