As you can see by the progress I’ve made with my novel it’s on the slow side of slowly. This is mainly because I’m writing a science fiction, which is set in Victorian England.
When your novel is set in the past it makes sense to try to get as close to the true facts as possible within the boundary of fiction as many readers are very knowledgeable these days. If something is too unbelievable the reality within your story then falls apart and your reader may lose interest in your book.
I like to keep the basic elements of my work true to life. Real things within their natural timeline i.e. telephones were in use within my timeline, though, they were still in their infancy as well as the motor car. The concept and understanding of my storybook people to such items are well within their understanding, thus allowing you to bend the rules and elaborate on such things. So you could have your character inventing mobile phones without taking it to far out of their understanding, but they might not understand Ipods.
Science fiction allows you to look into the future, where Steampunk allows you to look into the past with our technical understanding on what the Victorian/Edwardian scientist's minds would've make of our modern day inventions.
Air-conditioning was developed in the USA in 1902
Antiseptics was first used successfully in surgery by Joseph Lister in Glasgow in 1865.
Battery, the first electric battery invented by the physicist Alessandro Volta in Italy 1800
Blinds were first used in Britain in 1769Blood Transfusion the first success in Britain in 1825.…
Oh dear, I'm sorry about that now... It’s all right, I’ve closed the book now. So, what else was it I was going to tell you… Oh yes, there is, at the moment, an exhibition at the Oxford Museum of Science of the Steampunk concept for those of you who haven’t heard of Steampunk yet.
And now for my naughty little white lies.... Joise guessed right.1)I’m not that fat though like most women of my age I’m not the weight I once was, and I’ll say no more. Only I wish I was size 12 again instead of 14.
2)Wow, I wish I could read ‘War and Peace’ in an hour just think how many of the other great books I have on my ‘must read before I die’ list I could get through in a day…;-)3)Yes, it is true… all True! In the late 1970’s my mother, sister and I lived in the centre of a town in an old watermill cottage, near a main road. On one side the river ran with a wide stretch of open fields on the other a football field then the main road and roundabout. At night the mill was quite dark though in the distance you could see the lights on the main road which went up over the bridge which crossed the river. The bridge was high because the land is well- known to flood after heavy rain.On this particular night, my mother had gone out of the back of the house to collect wood for our open fire. We heard her scream and then she came running into the living room shouting about everything was covered in glowing green light.
Together, my sister and I crept out the back of the cottage and saw nothing. My mother kept on insisting that there was something out there, when the bright light lit up the front yard.We all rushed outside and looked up to see the whole of the mill, the cottage and the big house bathed in an luminous green light, but we couldn't see where it was coming from as there wasn’t any airplane or helicopter insight. As we stood staring up into the night sky, my sister's boyfriend and mine arrived on their motorbikes followed by a police bike.My first thought was that our boyfriends had been racing on their bikes, but when the policeman got off his bike and came over, he said, “I’ve been watching from the bridge and wondered if you were aware that your house and the other buildings here, have been glowing bright green.
I said ‘we didn’t know what was causing it.’ When it happened again, and we all stood there bathe in the green light for about a minute and then it was gone. The policeman never said another word, he just got on his bike and went. We all went indoor and never spoke about it again. BTW.. The light was never reported in any of the local newspapers at the time.Some twenty-five years later, one Christmas, I was taking my mother over to my sister for the Christmas holidays when my mother and I saw some strange lights in the evening sky. My mother commented on them and I told her just to get into the car and forget about them. Two days later, while we were all sitting in my sister’s living room. My sister’s friend read a piece from the local paper about a UFO sighting over our town on the night I had picked up our mother. Mum said 'that’s just what we saw, wasn't it.'
The friend said, Why don't you phone the paper tell them what you saw?'I said, No way... I wasn't going tell anyone about UFO or anything else like it. That evening was the first time, my sister, mother and I spoke about our close encounter back in the 70’s and the mystery of the green light.
The way I see it, if the policeman never wanted to talk about that night, why would I…. I swear on my much beloved’s life 'the truth is out there'.... Only this one, keeps it to herself.4)Britney Spears isn’t my best friend. I’m sure she's a lovely girl, but I wouldn’t shave my head to let the world know I’ve lost the plot and need help.
5)I’m sure I have Fairy Folk at the bottom of my garden, but they are very secretive creatures so I can’t put my hand on my heart and swear to that one.
6)My middle name isn’t Agnes, though the name Jarmara is linked to the name Agnes Waterhouse.Best wishes,