This was originally posted on 31 January
2013 on the regular Magic Thursday feature for the Dark Side Downunder blog. We asked Eleanor if she would mind repeating it here.
A Gargoyle for Hotel Gothica was my first
ever romance. Until then, I had never written anything in the genre. Other
genres, yes, but I couldn’t get my head around what made a romance novel work.
It took me six months to learn enough of the genre basics to try writing for
publication.
At first I couldn’t decide where to set my story, and
then I saw, Dark Eden’s contest, Scottish Nocturnal. Stories for the contest
had to feature a Scottish hero who was also a creature of the night. At the
time, vampires and werewolves were very popular, as they are today, but neither
inspired me as much as the idea of having a gargoyle hero.
I also wanted to write in a setting that I knew well
enough to make authentic—and Scotland wasn’t it. I have cousins there, yes, and
very distant relatives, but I’ve never walked the highlands or the streets of Glasgow and didn’t feel I
could make them come alive for myself, let alone my readers.
I needed to set my story in Australia, in a place I
knew the streets well enough to bring them to mind while writing, or accessible
enough that I could go and explore them until the words painted them ‘just
right’. I needed to set my story in Melbourne,
with its hotel-mounted gargoyles, or Hobart,
with its equally historic architecture.
During my research,
I learned of the debate raging over selling one of Hobart’s oldest cathedrals
because the diocese could no longer maintain it. Such a beautiful building,
with all its gothic architecture, would form the perfect basis for a very
special hotel. It was just the kind of gothic building traditionally protected
by stone statues in the Old Country, and something a collector of gargoyles
might treasure in this one.
I didn’t use that
cathedral in particular, but chose to create a fictional building that had been
built at around the same time, and which faced similar troubles. I decided this
was the cathedral Claire bought and turned into a hotel, while doing her best
to preserving its character and history. In this way the Hotel Gothica was
born.
It was a nice
basis, but it needed more. Who was my villain? Why was the gargoyle brought to
the hotel anyway? And why was Claire, of all people, without a partner?
By answering these
questions, I came up with the dissatisfied heir, who will do anything to get
retrieve what he considers ‘his’ inheritance, and the treacherous ex-fiance,
who broke Claire’s heart. By now I had a goodly portion of the story, but the
mythology of Scotland is full of stories of elves—and not the nice cheerful
ones that like to help Santa, or the mysterious-but-well-inclined elves of
Tolkein. No. Scottish elves are nasty. I just had to have some appear in this
tale.
I wrote,
researched and wrote some more, fitting the pieces together and watching as A Gargoyle for the Hotel Gothica
gradually took shape. More than that, by mapping out the different characters
and describing their place in the world has given me a stack of notes and ideas
that will form the basis for many more stories set in the Hotel Gothica
universe. I foresee a future containing stories with more gargoyles and more
elves… and many more nights in the Hotel Gothica.
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