I owe an apology to those in the tea room today for arriving late and not posting my blog on time. Of course, appearances and blog posting time deadlines are more like guidelines anyway. (Pirate!) 😉
Seriously though, the reason for my late posting is that my compass took me on a voyage to visit Prince Charming in-training, my second son, who just graduated from Leadership Training. And what a glorious graduation ceremony it was, complete with green pluming smoke on each side of the parade field entrance as soldiers paraded onto the field amidst simulated gunfire and cannons, and a marching band.
What I realized during the ceremony is that I miss military life. Revelie, taps and tattoo. Soldiers in uniform coming to and fro. Army bases and military history. Yes, those were great years! But alas, they are behind my rogue and me. The good news however, is that we get to relive those memories when we meet old friends or as we celebrate events in our sons’ lives and our son-in-law to be’s life.
Yes, we come from a long line of military service. That’s probably what lead me to my tag line of write rogues, rebels, and rakes who serve country with duty and honor. My grandfather and great uncles served, my father, brother, husband, father-in-law, and now sons serve. Isn’t there something phenomenal about this kind of sacrifice?
My October 29th book, Duke by Day, Rogue by Night, the first book in my Nelson’s Tea Series, is about first sons who served as mercenaries for Admiral Nelson. Historically, Nelson was never without his tea and first sons could not serve in the military. And so I thought how cool it would be if Nelson’s Tea was code for the men he called upon when dangerous situations arose and dirty work had to be done. Also, to add to the mystery, what if those men were first sons from every walk of life, unsuspected by those around them. Interesting concept? I thought so.
Cannon fire, cutlasses, muskets, battle axes, marlinspikes and blunderbuss pistols were the weapons of choice for members of Nelson’s Tea. Able to weave in and out of the ton without suspicion, they showcased a different kind of skill, covert and expert. As I watched the men graduating in my son’s Leadership Training parade, I sat proud and contemplative.
Hmmm…. I think another idea is brewing!!!
What in your past have you revisited that brought back memories and a pride that swelled within you? And, if you are a writer, what fuels the heart of your stories?