The whole thing started thirteen years ago. I was in graduate school studying history with the duel purpose of wanting to write more serious historical fiction, so wanting more knowledge, and possibly teaching history. I do both now, but not as I expected. But that’s a different story.
My first semester, I took two classes—Research Methods and The History of Medicine. In the former, I had to write a long research paper. In the other, I had to create a project, a lesson plan for an on-line course in the history of medicine.
For the research class, I thought about something on the Huguenots. I’d found a diary of a Huguenot in an antique bookstore a couple years earlier and was fascinated enough to write two papers on them for undergrad history courses. For the history of medicine class, I’d come across a copy of Laurel Ulrich’s interpretation of Martha Ballard’s Diary, A Midwife’s Tale and decided to do a midwife project.
Not a bit of a connect between, yet these two diverse topics led me to the seed which would need germination and the right climate, and nourishment to sprout into an idea, let alone a novel.
Thank you for stopping by, Laurie!