How Arianna Got Her Voice Back…
It’s no secret that I am a lover of technology—A geek if you will. Way back in the day, I used to spend A LOT of time in chat rooms. One night, about ten years ago, I was on the computer during a thunderstorm. I live dangerously, huh? I noticed that most the people in the room had the name of mythological beasts or deities—including me. I chose the Greek goddess of harvest, Demeter. The overly creative brain of me started firing off “what if” questions. What if the woman was on her computer chatting during an electrical storm. What if she was accidentally sucked into her computer and sent to ancient Greece. What if she was supposed to stop an evil god from destroying the harvests? I laughed that idea off and returned to my nightly chatter.
Back in 2006, I re-discovered my love for writing via Fanlit, a contest sponsored by Avon. Because of the Avon Fanlit competition, I learned tons of things I never knew about writing—
POV, head-hopping, and passive voice to name a few. During this competition, I also discovered something about myself. I was pretty darn funny. And not only did I think I was funny, other people thought I was funny too. But what good was being funny when the book I was trying to write was a very serious historical regency romance? I’m not saying a historical romance can’t be humorous, but the type of snarky humor I have an affinity for doesn’t translate well in the regency time. Regardless, I continued to plug away at my historical. I got about halfway into it before my brain started to yawn. Mr. Muse, the lovely guy that he is (when he’s doing his job), gave me a firm kick in the butt. He kindly reminded me of my days as Demeter. After further brainstorming, it hit me. My heroine wasn’t a Greek goddess. She was Celtic. Heck, she wasn’t even a goddess. She was a—BINGO—an earthbound faerie princess. And that’s how Rhiannon was born. And, much to my delight, she was a sarcastic, witty woman who made me laugh. What a relief! I’d finally found my voice. Thank the gods!