Only Charlotte, by Rosemary Poole-Carter
My thanks to Marilyn Meredith for the treat of guest blogging at Marilyn’s Musings, where Marilyn describes herself as author, mom, and grandma—all roles that resonate with me. Certainly, the unending patience and relentless persistence we find within ourselves while raising our flesh-and-blood children also serve us as we nurture a brain-child. I find that those procreative and creative experiences of women’s lives are an integral part of certain characters, including narrator Lenore James, in my new historical novel Only Charlotte. Lenore’s voice is a medley of commonsense and poetic license. She has come of age during the American Civil War, outlived three husbands, reared her twins to young adulthood, and is still, as she tells us, just shy of forty. She opens her tale in 1880’s New Orleans with a sense of unease as she observes her much younger brother, Gilbert, forming an impetuous attachment to a married woman. While Gilbert has eyes for only Charlotte, Lenore...