As promised today is a new blog I just discovered. This is an excellent article with fantastic writing advice, she even mentions one of my favourite books. Tomorrow I’m going to reblog from one I have been following a long time.
Just don’t. Trust me, no one wants to hear that conversation. Ask my critique group, I have no tolerance for him.
Who’s Bob? You know Bob—every writer knows Bob, but historical fiction writers know him best. Bob is the gate crasher, the unwanted guest who always brings down the party, only instead of hanging out at the bar and being obnoxious, Bob hangs out in a story with the protagonist taking on the role as tiresome wingman.
At first, it’s all fun and games. Our hero is happy—no relieved—when Bob shows up. Finally the opportunity to trot out his knowledge of the world and dazzle the reader.
“As you know, Bob, the final battle of the English Civil War was fought at the same place as the first battle. That would, of course, be in Worcester.” Permission to groan.
Bob thrives because there is a contradiction in historical fiction
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