Showing posts with label #writinginpiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #writinginpiration. Show all posts

Thursday, September 5, 2019

How I Make A Castle Setting Be Like A Character. by Dora Bramden


When creating a mood for a scene in my story, I like a setting with energy that the characters can connect to. It affects their choices and happiness making them want to stay or go. Where a character lives is of particular use too, in revealing who they are. Like a family member, the setting of their home will impact on the main characters in the story.

When thinking about this month’s topic, it occurred to me that so far all my books contain scenes in a palace of some kind. A Palazzo is the family home of Alessandro in ‘The Italian Billionaire’s Secret Baby’ and  a castle-like family estate is the setting for Angus McLaren’s home in ‘The Scottish Billionaire’s Secret Lover’.  What all castles have in common are their history and weightiness. For good or bad they are symbolic of great responsibility.  The palace character is dominating and demanding, like the Netflix series ‘The Crown.’ Buckingham Palace is a looming presence that the royals must live in, against their inclination as captives of the system.

The settings in my books are inspired by actual places.  I visited Sir Walter Scotts home, Abbotsford during a bus tour around England, Wales and Scotland. At the time, it impressed me as having a distinct character. It was traditional, very old with a rich history, luxurious and charming. There I found, Sir Walter Scott had a two-story library with first editions of Jane Austen’s books. The grand house and estate influence Angus in ‘The Scottish Billionaire’s Secret Lover’ as a character might because it’s history and solidness are a weight on his shoulders. The house is a constant reminder of what his aristocratic responsibilities are.

 It also has a significant impact on Natalie, who is staying there to create a successful charity ball. The setting puts her in a fish out of water predicament. Wanting to be a part of Angus’s life but believing she can’t win in a competition with his responsibilities to the estate.
View of the shoreline, Lake Como.

Summer Palazzo in Ferrara. The ornate ceiling in the palace coffee shop.

In ‘The Italian Billionaire’s Secret Baby,’ Alessandro’s estranged wife and son arrive at his ancestral palazzo on Lake Como. (I was inspired to create this palazzo when on a cruise on Lake Como). Katrina is impacted from the moment she drives through the grand gates. The formality of the garden and the view of the palazzo are impressive and beautiful but they represent a significant a part of Alessandro’s like that she’s been excluded from.

While their son bonds with his grandmother Katrina attempts to feel at home, baking on the cooks day off and practicing for her next ballet in the unused ballroom. The ornate the palazzo suits her, a prima ballerina she’s at home in lavish settings and we can see that she would fit into this life so well. But the power of the palace is subliminally threatening to a woman who values her independence above everything. shores.

Even in my next to be published novel there is a maharaja’s palace that is an exclusive hotel in Jaipur, India. The grand energy of this place emboldens the hero and heroine to make a last stand in their fight to be together. 

And in the book I’m currently editing, there is a massive night club that has a façade like a castle, which used to be a ballroom. For the heroine who was a child when she lived there, it was her fairytale castle. She's grown up but has never stopped longing to return to the place where all her happiest memories reside. The heiress to a music empire returns home to claim her castle but finds it already has an occupant who wants to call it home as badly as she does. Each has a love of this place and that gives it life, like  a character in the story

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Thursday, April 4, 2019

A funny thing happened on the way to Jane Austen’s House. by Dora Bramden


In November  2006 I was on a solo holiday in England. Half a world away from where I live in Australia, I was realizing my long-held dream of visiting the magical world of Jane Austen.

In heavy rain, I left London and drove along the M3 in my little black Fiat that I’d only just hired that morning. Cars whooshed past as I huddled inside my buzz box. The windscreen wipers worked furiously but failed to keep up with the deluge.  I thought I saw a signpost saying Slough, a village I thought I needed to pass through on the way to Jane Austen’s house. 

I made the decision to get off and assumed if I was wrong I would simply get back on the freeway and keep going. So I took the next exit ramp but it seemed rather narrow once I was on it. However, I was committed and had to keep going. Unfortunately for me, the off-ramp turned into a laneway which wasn’t the main road I was expecting. It was a one-way exit from the freeway. So I had no option but to keep driving while worriedly looking for more signs.

‘Oh boy. Where the heck was I?’ Except I don’t think I used the word ‘heck’

I drove for a few miles through green pastures when I started to have a meltdown. Where was I and how was I ever going to get back to the freeway? What if I didn't find my hotel that was already booked.  I pulled over and let the panic take me. I balled for a while and when I stopped I realized that crying wasn’t going to solve the problem of being in the middle of nowhere.

I wasn’t going to get rescued because it was a very quiet lane. I started to drive again and hoped that eventually, I’d find a village or even a house where I could ask directions.
I drove on for what seemed like a long time, but I think I’m an unreliable witness in my panicked state. A T intersection brought me to a halt and a small cluster of houses and a Pub relieved a little of the panic. But there was absolutely no signage to enlighten me where I was.

I parked in the pub car park and now noticed that at least the rain had eased to something between light rain and drizzle.
My hired Fiat
I ran around to the front door and went in. It was a busy Saturday lunch crowd but I was the only woman in the room and everyone stopped to look at me. So with the single intent of finding out where I was, I marched to the bar and said, ‘I'm a lost Australian. Am I near slough?’

‘No. I don’t even know where that is,’ he says. Then without warning, he yells, ‘DOES ANYONE KNOW THE WAY TO SLOUGH.’

I shrank inside. I'd created a spectacle of myself which I'd been brought up to avoid at all costs. I also didn't feel very safe. Instead of feeling more in charge of my situation I felt things were spinning way out of control.

‘I DO,’ said a well dressed middle aged man, sitting at the table with three other men dressed in laborer work clothes. I took in the beers they were drinking, it looked like the boss was buying a round after a mornings work. I decided to take the chance that they would help. So I paid for my coke and scurried over to them as the buzz of conversation started up again.

The well-dressed man asked where I needed to go and I told him, Jane Austen's House but I wanted to check in for the night at Fleet. He said I didn't need to go through Slough but to get off at the Fleet turnoff.  He explained that I’d got off the M3 too soon, it was easiest if I just waited until they finished their drinks and I could follow him back to the freeway. He was having lunch at his daughter's house and didn’t need to go on the freeway but he could go that way to show me.

I sipped my coke as he chatted to me kindly asking where I was from, and when he found out I was an Aussie he told me about every friend and relative of his that lived in Australia too. 

He led me back to the freeway in his silver Mercedes Benz. When the Fleet exit came up he put his left indicator on. I went off and he stayed on the motorway. I found my hotel, checked in and stayed put. I went to see Jane Austen's house the next day when I was calmer and could enjoy it properly.

Does this story familiar, like something you’ve read before? It’s the real-life event that created the inspiration for 'The Scottish Billionaires Secret Lover'. I've included the first chapter excerpt containing a scene very similar to this in past posts. Of course, Natalie has a much bigger adventure than I did but mine was plenty big enough for real life.


To this day I still have no idea where that pub was. I'm kicking myself for being so panicked I didn't ask, but I’ll always remember how, despite all the anxiety, I had been able to carry on. It was such a profound moment in my life that it inspired a book about a woman who’d lost everything and had to start again, relying on her inner strength.

2006 in England

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