I think my favorite part of this story was when I realized it was actually about the reincarnated Anne Boleyn. When did you know you were writing about the reincarnated Anne Boleyn?
Right from the very beginning. I love reincarnation stories and I thought Anne Boleyn had as good a reason as anyone to come back, right? Then toss in some curiosity and revenge and bam! I had a story cooking.
Why don’t people talk more about mead these days? I could easily see an online journal called Tumbler of Mead.
I think it’s because mead sucks. Back in college when I became obsessed with Anne Boleyn I hunted some down at a liquor store. It was disgusting. I poured it out. I’m sure real, back-in-the-day mead is very different, but so far, based on what I’ve tried, no one is drinking mead.
I love the bit where Anne gets a job bartending because the uniform reminds her of her original time period. How much of our lives is given over to dressing how we want to be perceived, and then how much is spent judging others based solely on how they are dressed? And how does this play out for Anne in her reincarnated form?
I think you dress for who you want to be, and for Anne, that waitress uniform was the closest she could come to reliving the past.
How do I go about achieving a legendary waistline like Henry’s? (Also, wow, another great online journal name!)
A legendary waistline is probably the result of vast amounts of meat, pies, ales, and wine. It doesn’t sound like a bad life. I mean, minus the whole murdering-your-wives thing.
Seriously though. Why does the past have to mess up our future so much?
I don’t know. I guess it can mess up our future. But I also think it shows our future a lesson. Whatever that is. I’m not reincarnated. At least not to my knowledge. Fingers crossed.