WIPjoy #13

From your antagonist: what’s your deepest regret?

Hmm. Let me ask Richard, since he’s the most antagonistic of the characters in Faebourne.

Richard: I would not say I regret anything. Perhaps . . . Perhaps I am a little bit sorry I never gave Edward and Adelia more opportunity to venture out in the world. But I was only keeping my promise to our mother and following in the footsteps of our father. If it was good enough for our parents, then surely it is good enough for us.

WIPjoy #12

Yes, yes, I’m still slowly making my way through this list.

Share a line from the MC about food.

Duncan doesn’t talk about food (at least not so far), but he does think about it.

And then as though from thin air a footman appeared at Duncan’s elbow to set a heaping plate before him. Toast with jam, eggs and ham crowded the china.

“I hope it is to your liking,” Adelia said.

“It looks and smells delicious,” Duncan told her as he waited for the others to be served. A second footman came around with tea for the gentlemen, though he brought hot chocolate for Adelia.

Well, I guess he says something.

Years ago, when I was in high school, I used to write a kind of ongoing soap opera that got passed around before the notebook would be returned to me so I could write the next chapter. And I’ll always remember that one of my classmates said, “You never write about what they eat.” Now I worry I’ve since overcompensated by writing too much about food! I know in Manifesting Destiny I write about it a lot. But I’ve yet to hear anyone complain. (Please don’t start now!)

WIPjoy #11

From a side character: what’s the most pain (physical or emotional) you’ve been in?

George Fitzbert has volunteered to answer. He is Duncan’s best friend, if Duncan has such a thing; Duncan mostly keeps to himself, an awkward outsider in the world.

So, George, what is the most pain you’ve been in?

George: It’s rather constant, actually. A persistent pain of the heart at not having found the love I crave. Not that I’ve lacked opportunity! Many a miss has thrown herself at my head over the years of London Seasons. Alas, while I can understand the need to marry and progenerate for the sake of my family name . . . If I may be delicate, let us just say my heart leans in a different direction.

As the author, I have a sneaking suspicion where you’re going to end up, George, and I think you’re going to enjoy it.

WIPjoy #10

From the antagonist: happiest memory?

Who is the antagonist in Faebourne? The whole Milne family? The brothers did abduct Duncan, after all. I guess that makes them antagonistic.

All right then, we’ll ask Richard Milne first.

Richard: I remember being happy as a child. I have not been happy since.

Um . . . okay . . . Edward Milne?

Edward: I was happy just the other day when we had fresh strawberry jam for the toast at breakfast. I do so love when there’s fresh jam!

Uh-huh. Well, then, how about Adelia?

Adelia: My happiest memory is of Duncan coming to stay at Faebourne. It really is just so lovely to have company.

Even company you have to kidnap?

Adelia: Sometimes people don’t realize they want to be somewhere until you make them go.

Right . . .

WIPjoy #9

From the MC: Most awkward memory?

Duncan Oliver: Almost all my memories are awkward, I’m afraid. It’s why I mostly keep to myself. I do enjoy parties and the company of others, but I’m not very good at it, you see. I suppose that first meeting with the Milne brothers is a fair example. To feel so cornered and confused . . . Well, that’s my natural state, but their own strangeness made it double!

WIPjoy #8

If you like ______, you’ll like my book!

Well, if you enjoyed Brynnde, you’ll probably enjoy Faebourne. Basically, if you like historical fiction with a touch of fairy magic to it, Faebourne should work for you. Still, I wouldn’t go so far as to say it’s like Outlander or Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. It’s not nearly so epic in scale and there’s no time travel. Faebourne is lighter than any of that, and sweet—a classic fish-out-of-water story with all the humor therein.

WIPjoy #7

If your story was represented by one item, what would it be?

A fox. There is a fox in the story, a pet fox named Aloysius. I think he represents the fun and slyness and oddity of Faebourne.

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WIPjoy #6

Slowly but surely, the WIPjoy continues . . .

Name something in your WIP for each of your senses: sight, sound, taste, smell, touch.

Uh . . . I’m not entirely sure what I’m being asked to do here. Give an example from my WIP for each of these senses?

I haven’t gotten very far in the writing yet, so I’m going to abstain from giving away anything here. I can tell you that sight is a big factor—see the previous WIPjoy in which we get Duncan’s first look at Faebourne. The sound and feel of the carriage ride after Duncan is abducted, the smell and taste of the food at dinner, the needle sharp teeth of a pet fox in Duncan’s toe . . . That’s enough to be going on with for now.

WIPjoy #5

Now back to your irregularly scheduled WIPjoy.

Share a line of description.

Gray stone stretched to either side as far as Duncan could see; he had to turn and lean out of the coach to find the ends of the house. It was gloriously carved, almost gothic. High above along the roofline Duncan spied figures whose forms suggested angels. The place might have been a church as easily as an estate.

Okay, so it was more than one line, but this is the main character’s first look at the Faebourne estate, so it’s a key moment.

WIPjoy #4

Share a song that inspires you for this story.

Um . . . Maybe something by October Project? I mean, nothing immediately springs to mind, which is kind of weird since I usually do use songs for inspiration. Maybe the Waterboys’ take on Yeats’ “The Stolen Child”? It simply uses the poem:

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

Listen to the Waterboys sing it here.