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Blog #17 How to Write Historical Fiction


Writing historical fiction, particularly historical novels, means research.  A lot of it.  Before and during writing In Love and War involved a massive amount of research.   Much digging into the Air War effort in World War II.   Small town life in central Florida during the 1940s.  The US 3rd Army fighting in Italy, where David fought and was captured.  So many history books were consulted.  Not to mention institutions like the Seminole County Historical Museum, the Orange County Historical Museum, the 8th Air Force Museum in Savannah, GA.

This research gives a depth and veracity to the work that could otherwise not be found.  And with research comes a gripping story about interesting people.  Not just a good story, or a mildly interesting one, but a compelling one that forces the readers to turn pages.

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