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From Idea to Publication

The Idea
In October of 2006, I had been prepared to start a book about the silent movie era, but my daughters checked out the Disney version of Robin Hood from the library. I was unwittingly sunk. I started thinking about how I hadn't seen Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves in ages. It's schlocky as all get out, but I love it--not for Kevin Costner or men in tights or even the delicious Alan Rickman, but because of Christian Slater.

I know Christian Slater hasn't had the best reputation through the years. He's kinda...surly. But I've always been a sucker for his unusual on screen blend of bad boy cool and sensitive loner. Really, it's crazy. Girly hormones at their worst! Heathers, Pump Up the Volume, True Romance, Untamed Heart--I've seen them all.

I watched
this clip from Prince of Thieves (about 6:30 in) and felt an immediate affinity for his character, Will Scarlet. He offers Marian a flower and asks her to dance, but Robin steps in and says the lady is spoken for. Robin barely glances in Will's direction before running off with Marian. A complete snub! Will is left to watch them go, then fades into the darkness. Alone. I imagined that sort of condescension would eventually wear on a young man coming into his own, stuck in the shadow of a legend.

Christian Slater as Will Scarlet in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves

So whatever happened to Will Scarlet anyway? I needed to know. Had I ever intended to write a grand ole' Robin Hood story? Nope. But I was off and running.

As for the heroine, Meg, I don't remember when I decided to make her blind. All I know is that once that idea came into my head, I wanted to try it. There's no greater challenge to a writer, I think, than to limit a protagonist's point of view so severely. I imagined a scene where she would be high above an angry mob, tied to the stake. I imagined looking out over that crowd, seeing the stars and the initial glow of flames as they prepared to burn her for witchcraft. And then I had to imagine it all over again, this time from the perspective of a blind woman--the smells, sounds, and feel of that scene.

In addition, I don't recall exactly when I decided to make Meg an alchemist. I remember becoming frustrated with the proliferation of paranormals, particularly when paranormal elements such as witchcraft bled over into medieval romances. Much like with Meg's blindness, I wanted to challenge myself. Could I write a fantastical story full of strange happenings, but ground those happenings entirely in science?

In the end, I found an historic basis for Meg's knowledge of chemistry. His name was Adelard of Bath, a tutor to English kings and a widely-traveled experts on Arab culture and the emerging sciences of chemistry, geometry, and astronomy. In fact, he postulated that the Earth revolves around the sun! Adelard also corresponded with a nephew in the north of England, so I made Meg's grandfather that mysterious nephew...a means of keeping Adelard's tremendous knowledge in the family.

The Research

The best resource I found for the history of chemistry is Creations of Fire by Cathy Cobb and Harold Goldwhite. Numerous online articles about the history of alchemy also helped in my understanding on science at that time--period appropriate innovations such as Greek Fire, gunpowder, acids, potash (a fertilizer), herbs, and means of falsifying gemstones and gold.

As for research on Robin Hood, I've found a number of places invaluable for their incredible, extensive resources. The first is the Robin Hood Project, maintained by the University of Rochester, a gorgeous collection of annotated ballads and plays. Next is Sacred Texts, which houses thousands of historical works, including the collected ballads of Francis James Child, who was passionate about Robin Hood.

Medieval research took me to the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism), which I value if only for their
fantastic articles on period names. The website on Medieval and Renaissance Food is an amazing resource, as is the Medieval Internet Sourcebook. I'm fascinated by language, so the Middle English Compendium soaked up many a free hour, as did J. R. R. Tolkien's etymological work on the language of the middle ages.

Robin Hood statue in Nottingham, England

The Manuscript
I began writing what was then called "Redeeming Will Scarlet" on December 1, 2006 and completed a finished draft on June 4, 2007, just in time to pack for our move to Kenosha. In the meantime, I'd entered two RWA contests to get a feel for how the manuscript would be received outside of my critique group. In April 2007, it finaled in two contests: Wisconsin RWA's Fab Five and Hearts Through History's Romance Through the Ages. Encouraging!

Hearts Through History planned to announce their contest winners during an annual breakfast at Nationals in Dallas, so voilĂ ! I had my reason to go. Making my first solo plane trip since my junior year in England was a major success, no matter the outcome of the conference. Two bags! No stroller! Practically a vacation!

But then it came time to pitch--my first. I presented "Redeeming Will Scarlet" to Hilary Sares of Kensington, knowing she's the kind of gal who takes chances. She sat down four minutes late, read the 25-word blurb on my business card and said, "I want the full." 

The Sale

My rough drafts are about as rough as they come, so revisions took two months before I mailed it and settled in for a long wait. But Hilary called me two days later. Holy smokes! Props to the Postal Service! My kids had just started pre-school, so I didn't have to spend half the conversation bribing them with "Blue's Clues" videos to give me some peace.

Within a very anxious week I connected with agent Caren Johnson and signed with her. The deal was done. None of it seemed real, but Keven took me out for steak, my friend Liz bought me champagne, and my college roommate sent me flowers. That's the stuff of celebrations, so it must be real...

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Deleted Scenes

I cut this scene, in which Will Scarlet explains to Meg how he caught and arrested her sister, Ada, for the sake of expedience.

"How do you know they were sham?"

"He had with him an assayer," Will said. "I learn more every day since meeting you. Vinegar, for example. An amazing substance. The assayer suspected the truth and doused the emeralds with vinegar. I suppose you know what happened next."

Meg felt sick. "They dissolved."

"Like salt into water." The irritation in his voice smoothed into smug confidence. "The silversmith summoned an erstwhile guard--namely me--and demanded justice."

"And you arrested her."

"What else was I to do? Let your cheat sister swindle some less wary citizen?"

Ada, how could you be so dim?

"Moreover, you should be thanking me. Finch's second, Sir Roger Carlyle, mentioned the sheriff sought a reliable alchemist. That prospect held more appeal than leaving her to the pillories."

"And no doubt you thought to secure rank with the sheriff by handing him a prize."

Will angled closer. His face, his breath--he warmed her. Meg subdued the urge to flinch. To slap him. To lean nearer.

"The thought crossed my mind. For what fair befell me," he said. "But I handed Finch the wrong sister, didn't I? You made the replicas."

***

Here Meg and Will discuss their foibles with far too much self-awareness--a real conflict killer!

"I have identified your problem, Scarlet."

"Which is?"

Meg could well imagine those thin, arched eyebrows shooting up, wrinkling his brow. "You lack an innate ability to make decisions."

"What?"

"I do not think to insult you, but you cannot make decisions."

"And that is not insulting in the least."

"No need for sarcasm." Wiggling one finger into the curls at the base of her skull, she surrendered to the need to scratch a tickling bit of skin. "I find you a kindred spirit in this regard."

"You jest."

"How so?"

"You? Without the means of making decisions?"

"Thank you." His inadvertent complement took root and blossomed in her mind. A smile gentled her face, too, a more potent expression than the natural, upward tilt of her lips. "Peculiar, I know, but I am unused to my behavior these days past. In my sister's presence, no one takes the lead but her."

***

This is the original scene in which Meg and Will discuss his eye and hair color. I much prefer the finished product, when they do so as part of their honeymoon lovemaking.


"How does Dryden appear?"

"When we saw him last? Tired."

Meg enjoyed his misunderstanding. He repeatedly proved a most exacting creature, with neither tolerance nor flare for elaborate language. 

"I meant, how does he look? His features and form?" She shrugged, wanting only to make herself understood to him. Ineffectually, she tried to believe she would feel a comparable sort of eagerness if any living soul other than Ada paid her mind. "I would know his voice, no matter the circumstance. But I have no mental picture of him. I never do, of anyone."

His shrewd chuckle heated her cheeks. "You do of me."

"Fine," she said. "Quit your teasing and use yourself as a start. Is he taller or shorter than you?"

"Taller by about a hand, and strapping."

"What else?"

"His nose has been broken once or twice, and he wears a closely trimmed beard. His hair is darker than mine."

Meg laughed then. "I may have explored you, but you forget what I am capable of discovering."

"His is like rye bread," Will said. "Mine is more like wheat."

"And eyes?"

"I did not see."

"Not Dryden's. Yours."

"Also brown," he said. "Like amber."

And for Meg, the task of breathing became a challenge like learning to walk.