I don't always know my characters thoroughly when I begin writing
their stories. Sometimes I only have a brief sketch of their background; their
true nature comes out as the story progresses. In the nuances of their
thoughts, and the flavor of their responses, there are moments when these
characters act in ways that are both bigger and bolder than their own self-images.
In short, they turn out to be unexpected women of influence.
I have two such characters. The first is Eryndal from "Loving the Knight." Following the horrific European debacle of the Black Death in
the mid-1300s, this bastard orphan - who was raised in an abbey - assesses her
situation and takes action, heedless of the possible consequences.
The highest-ranking servant in the Bell household still alive after
the plague, she claims the deceased estate owners' titles. She makes a bold and
illegal move to keep the Scottish border estate running. And she takes the
9-year-old orphaned heir as a foster son, intending to save up a salary now and
live on it later, after handing over the estate when the boy reaches the age of
maturity.
All of her actions could be seen as self-serving. In reality, they
are courageous. Eryn saves dozens of the tenants' lives as she does what simply
needs doing. In truth, women of influence are often women who simply take the
reigns and do what must be done. They are women of action.
Unfortunately, a knight of King David II - Lord Andrew Drummond -
arrives at the Bell estate the same day that Eryn announces her illegal scheme.
(To find out what happened I suggest you read the book, just as you would
expect me to. *wink*)
The second such character is Dagny Sivertsen from "Leaving
Norway" (a Christmas 2012 release). Dagny made a foolish choice to elope
with a man she barely knew, and found herself unmarried and on a ship bound for
America in the mid-1700s. Dagny thinks she's weak, though fellow passenger
Martin Hansen sees the strengths in a character which she misunderstands.
When Dagny's plans are tossed asunder by her fiancé, Dagny feels
like a weak and worthless fool. Yet when conditions on the ship turn dangerous,
she saves most of the passengers' lives during a dysentery outbreak by
following the training of her youth. Again, she simply does what must be done.
And her life is richly blessed as a result.
These women of
influence don't start out intending to change the world. They are caught up in
situations which are much larger than themselves. But they realize that
something must be done or many lives will be lost. Heedless of the
consequences, they act in a logical manner. A sensible manner. A manner that
ignores laws or rules or social mores, but which goes straight to the heart of
the situation.
Because, in the end,
it's at the heart of a situation where all women truly have the most influence.
7 comments:
I agree! Great post, Kris!
Make that two 'agrees!'
I love the way your approached this topic, Kris! A woman's true essence is revealed when she and her community face the unthinkable. Your heroines are truly heroic.
Thank you, Sarah! :)
I so look forward to reading all your books, Kris. I loved the first one and have several more waiting for me in my Kindle. Just wish I had more time to snuggle in with them. Winter snow is coming so maybe then...
Ha! Winter snow is PERFECT, Paisley! :)
My adult son, Erik, traveled with me in 2013 to the Steens Mountains.
I made reservations for two evenings at Frenchglen, which I thought would be a very special highlight.
The first morning after spending the night, I walked out of my little bedroom towards the restroom, when my son came out of the restroom looking as white as a ghost (all pun intended). I'd never seen him look like that. (He's a big, athletic guy, who kayaks wild rivers and never seems afraid of anything.)
I asked him what was wrong?? He said he thought a ghost had been sitting on his bed. He woke up during the night because he suddenly felt a weight on the bed (similar to when a dog jumps on a bed). He woke up...couldn't see anything visual but there was a very weird feeling in the room. He managed to go to sleep again, but the same thing happened a little later. This time he woke up in horror, because he KNEW "something" was on the bed; but though he could not see it, it was there. The same creepy feeling was in the room. At that point, he got up, grabbed his clothes and spent the rest of the night in the bathroom down the hall, with the light on.
He said, "Mom. We're' leaving right now. I will NOT stay here a second night." Well, so much for "the special highlight" of our trip to the Steens.
When I dropped him off in his home in Bend, I Googled Frenchglen to see if there were any supernatural stories about the Hotel. I read yours...and a shiver went down my spine.
Marle Jandreau
Klamath Falls, Oregon (4/20/2024)
P.S. The reason this is a much later comment is that I was having dinner at Lake of the Woods this evening and was wearing a long-sleeved black T-shirt with a beautiful golden print of "Frenchglen Hotel" on the front. A friend who was with me asked where the Frenchglen Hotel was. I told him about our trip to Frenchglen in 2013, and said I'd send him some links telling more about the location and history. Your link was sent to him (and to myself). After reading your story written back in 2012 (which I originally read in 2013), I decided to send my son's story as a "comment" that I would say pairs with your experience.
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