So I’ve been thinking about age.
Lately, I’ve read a number of excellent historicals with heroines that are near my own age
(28-30ish). Okay, I’m 31, but you know. Close enough. Be they spinsters or widows, they’re old enough to have a better-developed sense of themselves and their own sensuality, which adds to the complexity of the romance. I love reading about “older” (that being a very relative term, of course) heroines.

But I don’t know that I could write one yet.

My own heroine (Lucy, as you know) turns 20 during the course of the novel. Her hero is 29. So are all the other men in the novel . In fact, there’s only one character in the book over 30, and she’s the senile great-aunt. It’s like an episode of Friends set in the Regency – everyone’s 20-something, witty, and good-looking.

I guess I just feel like, being 31, I can write about what it’s like to be a woman under the age of … 25 or so. Beyond that, I feel less confident. I’m still processing what it’s like to be a woman in my late 20s or early 30s. With the men, all bets are off anyways – I’ve never been a man of any age.

How about you? What age of characters do you prefer to read about? Are there certain ages you feel more or less comfortable writing? Would you put my book back on the rack because all the characters are so young?… Read More »

“Murder Your Darlings.”

I’ve seen this quote attributed to Eliot, Fitzgerald, and a host of other writers but most often to Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, who (supposedly) wrote:

“Whenever you feel an impulse to perpetrate a piece of exceptionally fine writing, obey it — whole-heartedly — and delete it before sending your manuscripts to press. Murder your darlings.”

The idea being, oftentimes that brilliant little metaphor or clever bit of dialogue that you love so dearly – it just needs to go, to make the story work. It’s a darling in need of an ax.

This is the hardest part of revision, for me. I’m currently trying to rework Chapter 5 of my manuscript. The motivations of the characters needed to change. When I wrote that part of the book, I was still getting a feel for my characters. Now that I’m up to chapter 20 or so, they are telling me that Chapter 5 has got to be significantly revised. I’m okay with that, in principle. The problem is that the old Chapter 5 is littered with darlings. Lines I love that just don’t work anymore with the scene’s new slant. I have to be ruthless and murder them, I know. But it’s hard. Violence just isn’t in my nature.

Do you have this problem? I feel like I need a mourning rite to help me let go of my darlings. Perhaps I should write them on scraps of paper and burn them. Or feed them to my dog. … Read More »

Yep, I’m still alive. We all got the flu in my house. And now we’re all recovered in time to go away on a skiing mini-break, as Bridget Jones would say. V. V. G.

Actually, yours truly will be staying far from any ski slopes, to avoid what would certainly be a Bridget Jones-y sort of scene. Hubby will be snowboarding, and I’ll be doing what I’m usually doing – watching the kids and writing – only at a higher altitude. I’m dizzy with excitement already!

And next week I promise to get back into the blogosphere and come round with scads of salient, witty comments.

Cheers!… Read More »

FanLit FOX deal winner Sara Dennis is guestblogging today on Romance By the Blog! Be sure to stop by!… Read More »

So, I’m having a little problem in Regency land. The problem being that it preceded the Industrial Revolution. There are a whole host of metaphors I routinely use in writing and speech that just don’t fly in 1815.

For example, a sentence like:
“Somewhere deep inside him, a switch flipped.”

Well, they didn’t really have switches, did they? Shoot.

And there are so many other “mechanical” turns of phrase that sneak into my writing. Buttons being pressed, levers being pulled, gears turning (although I kept that – I mean, they did have gears in clocks and such). Even the phrase “train of thought” – can you use that before they had trains?

So what’s another, non-mechanical way to refer to abrupt changes within someone’s psyche? If it ain’t a switch, button, or lever, what is it? Help!… Read More »

First off, thank you so much to everyone who stopped by Romance by the Blog yesterday! It was so great to “see” so many Fanlitters together in one place. Big thanks to Michelle and her bellas for hosting the reunion.

So this morning, I’m thinking about heroes. Craveable, lovable, to-die-for heroes. It occurs to me that, when I read, I have two levels of hero-worship.

1) Heroes I want for myself. I want to go through the book and cross out the heroine’s name and pencil in “Tessa” instead. I’m in love with him.
2) Heroes I wouldn’t steal for the world. I couldn’t bear to take the heroine’s place, because it just wouldn’t be right. I’m in love with them.

Personally, the books that really stick with me are the ones with heroes that fall into category 2. And – very predictably – a perfect example of this would be Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice. He’s the man. He’s principled, honorable, handsome, wealthy, and appreciates an intelligent woman who challenges him. And he’s hot. But even if I could jump into the pages of the book in Jasper Fforde fashion — never, ever in a million years would I usurp the place of Elizabeth Bennet. Because I don’t just love him. I love him in love with her.

I prefer heroes in category 2. That’s the kind of hero I want to write.

Does that make sense? What do you think? Can you … Read More »

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These are my rambles about writing and romance and my novel-in-progress, Goddess of the Hunt. If you click here, you can see the mystical apparition of Eloisa James and Julia Quinn on my own humble blog. Much like the Virgin Mary appearing on a grilled-cheese sandwich.

For everyone:

Please come check out my brand new website at tessadare.com !
You can read an excerpt of my WIP, Goddess of the Hunt.… Read More »

If you haven’t already guessed it, Sir Toby the Clueless is not the hero of this book.

So Lucy learns that Toby is on the verge of proposing to Sophia Hathaway. Lucy is desperate. She can’t possibly compete with Sophia’s beauty, elegance, or dowry. She doesn’t have time for a subtle campaign — she needs to bag her quarry, and fast. Seduction is her weapon, and Toby is the target. There’s just one problem. Lucy’s aim is off. She kisses the wrong man. And that man – much as he did not want to be kissed in the first place – is suddenly strongly displeased with the idea of Lucy kissing anyone else.

Which man, you ask? Oh, I’m so glad you asked.

There are four men in this book. One is Henry, Lucy’s brother. Another is Sir Toby the Clueless. That leaves Henry’s two other friends – Felix and Jeremy.

Felix is short and portly, with red hair. He is modestly wealthy. He is not titled. He is slightly dim, but perpetually jolly. He loves a good laugh. Lucy has always been his partner-in-crime.

Jeremy is tall and well-built, with black hair. He is insanely wealthy. He is an earl. He is intelligent, but perpetually reserved. He rarely cracks a smile. Lucy has always been the bane of his existence.

Okay, guess away.

What? You can’t possibly tell? Okay, hints.
Hint #1 – The hero is always the most wealthy, highest ranking man in the room. (Or, in this … Read More »

So a couple of posts below, I introduced you to Lucy, the heroine of my WIP, Goddess of the Hunt, and gave you some reasons why you will love her. Time to introduce the man Lucy loves.

But first, let me tell you bit about how Lucy loves. Lucy has no talent for painting or music, and she has no talent for hoping. She doesn’t hope. She knows; she believes; she expects – and she wants. Here is Lucy on wanting:

Lucy raised the bow to her shoulder and drew back the string. “If you want to hit the target, it’s as simple as that – wanting it. Some people will go on and on about proper technique. They will analyze the line of your arm, the way you hold the bow, the length of time you take to release. Absolute rot, all of it. I simply look at the center of the target, and I want it. I focus and I wait and I want it. I wait until the rest of the world falls away, and all that’s left are my arrow and the target and the wanting.” Her gaze narrowed, and her speech slowed. “And when I want them to collide so desperately that I can feel the arrow want it, too … then, I release.” She let go the string and watched the arrow zing home.

What Lucy wants, Lucy gets. And she wants Sir Tobias Aldridge, her brother’s handsome and charming friend. … Read More »

Reason #2 you want to read my book: Lather, rinse, repeat.

So I was over at Maggie’s blog, and I realized those three words pretty neatly describe the first half of my book. Lucy and her guy get all hot and bothered. Repeatedly. And between steamy interludes, they get soaking wet.

Don’t worry. There’s a bit of plot in there, too.… Read More »