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Creating Worlds by Wareeze Woodson

9/18/2016

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Creating Worlds
By Wareeze Woodson
Welcome to my blog. I write historical romances twisted with suspense. Are readers interested in the workings behind the scene? Some say readers are curious about what it takes to write a book. Here is a small glimpse behind the scene of writing. When I write my historical novels, I must create my own worlds. The Regency/Victorian era is a historical fact, but make-believe for all that because it no longer exists. With each story, the scene must be created—when in time, day or night, where-location and what is happening. What the character sees, feels, and wants—all must be imagined and displayed for the reader.
Although the author has many historical facts to draw from, the story must exist in the world created by the writer. The colors, the sounds, the tastes and the smells add flavor to the story. The reader wants to visit these places through the character’s point of view and safely absorb the emotions as well. All rather a lot to provide for the reader and the bar is set high with expectations.
ENTER A SCENE CREATED FOR YOU, THE READER:
The flame of the candle flickered and glinted off the in-laid sliver on the barrel of the pistol pointed directly at Isabel. Fear griped her by the throat and she caught her breath, unable to move or even swallow.
The drapes billowed into the room on a sharp breeze before settling back to the floor with a barely discernable swoosh. The smell of London after a downpour, drifted into the open window, cleansed but still dominated by the odor of horses, foot traffic, and a tavern down the way. She shivered when her drenched cloak swung against the layers of her petticoats with a chilling heaviness. The damp cloth clung to her ankles while moisture trickled down her features into her eyes. She scarce blinked, her gaze captured by the gun. 
The longcase clock in the hall chimed once echoing down the empty passageway. Even at this hour, the sound of a carriage rumbling over the cobbled-stones in front of the manor reached the upper level.
 
I hope I’ve raised several questions in your mind with these few sentences. Is the man with the pistol the hero or the villain? Is this Isabel’s house, or did she enter the manor for some nefarious purpose? What happens next?
I created a small glimpse of this world of danger, building tension yet the reader is safe. This is the world of my imagination. Would a spider crawl up the wall—no, too much? It’s too dark to see a spider, even in my mind.
I like this world where velvet and fine jaconet muslins were worn to the Assemblies at Almack’s, where danger lurks before and after the ball, as well. The lives of the characters also dwell in this created world. What will happen to her, to him in this tale? Only the author of this created world knows and I’m not telling. After all, this is only make-believe, created in the imagination.  Perhaps one day, I’ll take up the tale.
In my world of writing, I have created four published works: Conduct Unbecoming of a Gentleman (Regency romance mixed with suspense) plus An Enduring Love (another Regency romance tangled with suspense and mystery) both published by Soul Mate Publishing. A Lady’s Vanishing Choices is also available. I published the fourth Regency romance myself. Visit Books by Wareeze this site for blurbs and more information about each of my novels. Thanks for visiting with me today.  Wareeze Woodson           
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2/27/2014

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           Coveted Almack’s Vouchers
               by Wareeze Woodson                                                 

   Almack’s Assembly Rooms opened its doors on King Street, St. James, in London, on 20 February 1765 and reigned until 1871. Assemblies were held on Wednesday nights, admitting only those fortunate enough to be allowed to purchase vouchers.
   Much sought after, each voucher could be purchased at the cost of ten guineas for an annual, nontransferable ticket. The price, not being a real issue, allowed the Lady Patronesses to approve or disapprove of the person wishing to obtain such a gateway into the
Ton (Polite Society with a capital S).
   Wealth alone could not persuade the six or seven patronesses to look upon one with favor. Behavior, breeding and a noble title were helpful, but couldn’t guarantee admittance. Only three-quarters of the hereditary nobility were considered worthy.
    Amelia Stewart, Viscountess Castlereagh— Sarah Villiers, Countess of Jersey—Emily Lamb, Lady Cowper—Maria Molyneux, Countess of Sefton—The Hon. Sarah Clementina Drummond-Burrell, Clementina—Dorothea Lieven, Countess de Lieven—Countess Esterhazy all met on Monday night during the social season to
discuss and decide who to remove from the list or whom to add to the august membership.
    At least one of the patronesses must send a person permission to apply for a voucher otherwise that person would be excluded, absolutely ruinous to one’s reputation. It represented a breath-taking horror indeed if a member lost one’s voucher. If so sad an occurrence happened, it meant a patron had been deemed no longer worthy, excluded and banned from the club, a total disaster for
those wishing to maintain their position in the ton. 
    The Almack’s Assembly Rooms were the only establishment to allow admittance of both ladies and gentleman into the same elite club. Before that, all the balls and social gatherings were held in private homes. The strict rules created a temple of exclusivity to which one could
belong.

An Enduring Love by Wareeze Woodson
An Added Bonus
  Feature!

 Letters discovered in the belongings of the
villain. These letters are not revealed in the book but are held in my heart and give insight to the story. A tidbit solely for you.
Enjoy.
 Wareeze Woodson

The Year of Our Lord
1813

 My Dearest Husband,
  I write with my heart filled with sorrow. My beloved mother has passed on to join my father in Heaven. I can only be happy for her although sadness weighs me down. I am now acquainted with deep sadness and how you must mourn for your father. Grief makes it hard to write, but you deserve to know why I am delayed in departing this land. 
  At the moment, I am trapped in Latvia due to the up-rising in my country. I do not know how long it may be before I am allowed to travel to England to join you.
  There is a guard placed outside my gate to prevent my departure at present, but I will travel to Rica at the first opportunity and board a ship to London. Perhaps all will settle quickly. I can only pray it shall be so.
  I cannot wait to be in your arms again, to kiss your dear face and gaze into your eyes once more. With words, you painted a lovely picture of your home in England and of your relatives. The thought of meeting your family holds much pleasure for me, especially since I am now alone.
  Take care, My Love. I shall write to let you know as the hour of my departure grows closer. Keep safe and know you have my enduring love.
 Yours Always,
Rebecca Sudduth

 Another letter confiscated by the villain. 
 
The Year of Our Lord 1814
 My Dearest Husband,
   I have not received any word from you since you sailed away from Latvia. I hope you are well. I must write quickly in order to send this to you. There is still a guard at my gate.
   With your connection in the government, perhaps you can return and help me travel to England. There will be one added person in
need of your assistance, our son. If you cannot come at once, please write. I am most anxious to hear from you.
    Never forget my enduring love. Anxiously
waiting.

 Yours Always,
 Rebecca Sudduth

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