You may wonder why I care about the Old Post Road. There are two reasons. First I lived near the Post Road as a youth and I often road my horse along it on my way to swim in Kinderhook Creek (Jamie’s creek) after chores on a hot summer night. At the time, Continue reading
To me there is a significant difference between the genres of Historical Fiction, Romantic Historical Fiction, and Historical Romance.
A great example of Continue reading
Sarah has just found the dugout of a fur trader and is investigating.
The door opened easily as Sarah pushed it gently inward. Light sprang instantly through the opening chasing away some of the darkness. There was a pile of furs heaped along one wall; a table and two chairs that were far from being crude and a large fireplace on the far end of the room. The only sound that Sarah could hear was the sound of her own breathing. Continue reading