I write romantic mysteries for a niche market, my stories
deal with art, travel, a bit of mayhem and romance. I might preface that with-I
love art and I love to travel-and have been fortunate to be able to do so. The
old adage write what you know and love is true.
When I started writing, I knew my novel would be set in
Paris. In my youth, I lived there for a year, and have since gone back a few
times. It stood to reason that my first romance should be set there.
New architectural structures reflect a modern appeal, but
the old is appreciated and treasured. The Louvre now has Pei’s Pyramid at the
entrance, a few buildings have been added, but the age old charm, the
cobblestones, the meandering streets, the essence and soul are still very much
there.
The first time I visited Bath, England, I told myself I must
come back, and I did. My second book is set there. My third hotel book, my
current WIP is set in magical and mysterious Venice. All three cities are mystical
and romantic places. Venice has captured my heart perhaps as no other
city-there is a constant pull to go back and see what I have missed.
My heroine is an artist, and through her eyes, I introduce
my readers to my favorite artists, allow her to live in exciting places, give
her mysteries to solve, and someone to love. The best of all worlds.
For me it is essential to visit the place I write about, get
a sense of the culture, the everyday, mundane activities that make up our
lives. The magical moment of sitting in a cafe, sipping an espresso, and
watching people go by. An image is created that will allow a glimpse of that
perfect intimate moment. A sculpture in
a garden described so well that the reader can almost reach out and touch a
sinew, that is the wonder of the written word.
Rodin has always set my pulse racing, his work is strong,
exuberant, poignant to the point of agony, and sometimes even mischievous. I
tried to bring that sense of joy and discovery to my hero in A Hotel in Paris, and hopefully to my
readers. I find solace in art, for me it’s therapeutic. You don’t have to be an
art scholar to enjoy it, it’s everywhere we turn, it surrounds us, all we have
to do is take note.
Imagine tea at the Pump Room in Bath, and that first sip of the
heavily scented Earl Grey tea, you take a deep whiff to savor the smell of the
bergamot oil, take a bite of that a fresh scone still warm, loaded with clotted
cream and strawberry preserves-except that I skip the cream and go directly for
the jam, lots of jam. Those are all real memories that will enrich a story.
Visit a restaurant that has been in business since the early
1600s, in Bath and watch out as you step down on the crooked stairs and touch the
warped wall, coated with gobs of thick paint as you continue your descent that
doesn’t seem to end, and then you gingerly sit down in a rickety old chair and
hope you won’t be sitting on the ancient brick floor instead.
Stand on top of the Rialto Bridge in Venice, look down at
the Grand Canal, and the mesmerizing traffic below, boats gliding on water expertly
and avoid contact. Sip an espresso in a cafe and listen to a gondolier serenade
you from afar.
From the Rodin Museum in Paris, to the Pump Room in Bath, to
the dark and narrow canals in Venice, where the water mysteriously shimmers in
the moonlit night. It’s all there. Familiarity with a location makes it easier
to write about the experience, it makes it come alive.
Even though I write contemporary romance mysteries, I love
history and art, and that is what I write about. It goes back to the beginning,
write what you know and love.
Cheers,
Margot Justes
A Hotel in Paris
A Hotel in Bath
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Hearts & Daggers
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www.mjustes.com
2 comments:
Great photos. Glad you can take me there without having to travel!
Morgan,
My pleasure.
Thank you for reading the blog.
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