I am often asked where I get the inspiration for my books, but perhaps
inspiration is not the most apt word. It is often a process of one thing leading
to another. It might begin with something I’ve read, a tale someone has told
me, a newspaper article or a TV programme which attracts my attention. I keep
thinking about, adding to the original thread in my mind, discarding other
threads, working on the plot and characters until it cries out to be written down.
For instance, just after WW2, my mother worked in a home for unmarried mothers.
The girls (some of them very young) were taken there a few weeks before the
birth to have their babies who were then taken away for adoption. A week or two
later they were sent home and expected to get on with their lives as if nothing
had happened. I wondered how the poor mothers must have felt. Could that be a
basis for a story? What if my heroine was married to a serviceman who was away
fighting in France in the Great War? What if she fell in love with someone else?
What if he, too, was sent away to France, leaving her pregnant? That would have
been the ultimate disgrace in those times. What if her parents insisted on
having the child adopted? How would she feel? How would she cope? I asked myself
what kind of life would this baby have? What would her adoptive parents be like?
Rich or poor? Would she be cared for and loved? Would she be told the story of
her birth or would it be kept a secret from her? What if the real mother does
find her daughter again, how would she feel? What could she do about it? In
answering those questions I had The Summer House. (Long
listed for the Romantic Novelists' Annual award.)
On the other hand, The Fountain
was inspired by a competition run by my local newspaper to design a new fountain
to go on the market square. It resulted in hundreds of entries, some well drawn,
others scribbled on the backs of envelopes. None of them was ever used, except
by me as inspiration. I set it between the wars when it was easier for
unscrupulous public servants to get away with corruption. If my heroine was
married to such a one, how would she react? Would she support him or would she
rebel?
The Kirilov Star was the
result of my fascination with the Russian Revolution and the fate of the
aristocracy, particularly the story of the possible survival of Grand Duchess
Anastasia, (since disproved), but supposing my heroine did survive, the only one
in her family to do so, and was brought out of Russia as a child to be adopted
and brought up in England? How strong would her Russian roots be? Would the pull
be strong enough to make her abandon a comfortable life to go in search of them?
This was short listed for the historical section of the Romantic Novelists'
Romantic Novel of the Year Award)
The idea for The Girl on the
Beach came from a story my husband told me of one of his wartime
experiences. Crossing a ditch in Germany in 1944 he jumped on a mine and was
blown sky high. He woke up in hospital in England with traumatic loss of memory.
Luckily for him it came back after a few days. I tried to imagine what it would
be like not to remember your own name, where you come from, even whether you are
married or not. It must surely affect everything you do and say and think and
you would be forever niggling at it, trying to bring it back. If the loss of
memory lasted for years and not days, how would someone cope, especially in
wartime? And perhaps the returning memory might be even more traumatic. When my
heroine's memory returns, she is left with a greater dilemma: is she Julie
Walker married to Harry, or is she Eve Seaton, engaged to Alec Kilby? Where is
Harry and who is buried in the grave alongside her son?
The Second World War has been a great source for stories and Escape by Moonlight is no
exception. I remember it vividly even though I was a child at the time. I
remember the blackout and the blitz, the rationing and shortages, the long
queues and the black market and almost everyone in a uniform of one kind or
another. It was a time of great upheaval, not only of danger and hardship which
was considerable, but changes in the way people lived. The two women in my
story, one privileged and wealthy, the other the daughter of a railway worker,
are poles apart but linked by war.
The Stubble Field is set
in the nineteenth century and came about from two
books I had been reading: The Workhouse by Norman Longmate and The Railway
Navvies by Terry Coleman. I asked myself what it must be have been like to be
forced into the workhouse where husbands were separated from wives, parents from
children and brothers from sisters. What happened to the children when they went
out into the world? Did they ever see their siblings again? The hard lives of
the navvies fascinated me: all those miles and miles of railway lines built with
nothing but shovels and strong muscles. Together they gave me my story. The book
is long out of print, but now renamed A Line Through Chevington,
it is once again on sale as an e-book, together with its sequel Promises and Pie
Crusts.
5 comments posted.
Oh Mary, your books sound most interesting. Reading about The Summer House really peaked my interest. I will certainly have to look into that book and your others. Thank you for sharing.
(Melanie Backus 11:22am September 27, 2013)
I enjoyed reading your post and how you came by the ideas for each of your books. I'm adding you to my list of authors to check on to read a book or more, they do sound good and interesting. Wishing You All The Best.
(Esther Somorai 8:51pm September 27, 2013)
My Father was in the Army in WWII, and earned a Silver Star, along with other citations. He came close to being captured by the Nazis, during an operation he was on, but he has never told us anything about what he did in the war to this day. I suppose that's why I've always had this fascination with books about the war. All of the books that you've written have struck a chord with me. I had a freak fall a little over 3 years ago, and struck my head in the process. To make a long story short, I've also lost part of my memory, and it's affected me when I'm trying to think of words, and they don't come to me, as well as people's names, and my knitting suffers because I've forgotten how to do certain stitches that I used to do. I found out that I will never regain all of my memory, but will be taking steps to work on jump-starting my brain to regain whatever memory I can get. It's been a slow process to get to where I am now, and has been full of frustration and tears, so I can relate to your one book. Anyway, I plan on reading the books you've written that I can get in print, since I don't own an e-reader. Thank you for opening up a new world for me through your stories. I'm looking forward to them!!
(Peggy Roberson 10:05am September 28, 2013)