See how I use Alaska history? by Lynn Lovegreen

I am a big history buff, which is why I write historical fiction. It gives me a great excuse to do fun research! But I have to use that information in a way that doesn’t bore people to tears. Here’s an example of how to weave gold mining information into a romance: In this scene from Quicksilver to Gold, Jeannie is a young lady miner who is panning for gold when she sees Clint, a new neighbor in the claim next to hers.

“Good afternoon.” She gave him a sunny smile like she would for any nice neighbor and hoped the blush had faded from her cheeks. “Looks like you’re checking color in the river, just like I am,” she said by way of conversation.

He gave her an uncertain look. She wondered if Frank hadn’t been teaching him very well.

She smiled again. “Yep, the boundary should be right by that boulder. So you check your side, and I’ll check mine.”

“Oh.” He squatted at the edge of the water and dipped some gravel into his pan.

Jeannie went to do the same at her next spot, and tried not to notice the huge thigh muscles under his dirt-streaked denim. He did have amazing legs. Long and muscled, definitely like a good stallion. She panned another sample and wrote down the results in the notebook. Clint was staring at her, probably wondering what she was doing. The poor man didn’t know the first thing about mining, so she’d better explain.

“I check every ten feet, and write down the results of each panning, so I’ll remember which areas had the most gold. Easier to follow up on a spot later.”

He nodded, his deep brown eyes blinking in understanding.

“Do you want to borrow some paper?” she offered.

“No.” He swallowed before he went on, his Adam’s apple bobbing a bit. “I’ll write it down when I get back.”

“All right.” She went back to what she was doing. It took more effort than usual. Such a simple task she’d done for years, but it seemed to take all her energy to stay focused on it today. His presence wafted toward her like smoke from a campfire. She stopped and looked his way. His glance slid from her face to the river. She watched as he started to pan another scoop of gravel. He was much slower than she was, but Clint seemed to be swirling his pan correctly. Frank must have taught him some things.

He looked up toward her, and their eyes locked. For one moment Jeannie forgot about the gold, the claim, everything but those liquid brown eyes focused on hers. She’d seen some handsome men in her time, but never anything like those beautiful eyes framed by long, thick lashes. They seemed to call to her, to promise to tell her things she’d never heard before.

Then she blinked, and his eyes blinked in return. She stood, exhaled as she realized she’d been holding her breath, and heard her voice saying, “You have the most beautiful eyes.”

Clint’s skin turned beet red from the neck of his shirt up to the brim of his hat.

Hopefully, you just learned a little about Alaskan gold panning in a more interesting way!

If you’d like to see more, here’s a link for Quicksilver to Gold: https://amzn.com/1940099803

And here’s my website: www.lynnlovegreen.com

Lynn Lovegreen has lived in Alaska for fifty years. After twenty years in the classroom, she retired to make more time for writing. She enjoys her friends and family, reading, and volunteering at her local library. Her young adult historical fiction is set in Alaska, a great place for drama, romance, and independent characters. See her website at www.lynnlovegreen.com. You can also find her on Facebook and Instagram.