Are you a rebel, or do you live within the normal boundaries expected by society? It occurred to me that I tend to creep a little farther out onto that limb than might be wise. After a crazy busy weekend at the boat ramp where I work, I realized the Saturday schedule simply wasn't working for either the employees or the hordes of tourists launching their boats. So I talked to the other employees, rearranged their schedules, THEN called my boss to tell him it was a done deal. Do I have the authority to do this? No, not at all. Did that stop me? Not in the least. Thankfully my boss said, "Sure, whatever." instead of firing me for my bossy act of rebellion. On other occasions, I've gotten looks that tell me I'm pushing my luck! LOL
This got me thinking about my characters. I'm pretty sure many of us have rebellious heroes. I know I've had several that don't conform to the norm. But what about our heroines? Do they play by the rules, or are they rebels at heart? I've had a few of each. But my most rebellious heroine by far is Megan Pendrake from An Uncertain Destiny. She's a woman raised in the old Celtic religion on the Devon shore who sees glimpses of the future. Thrown out of her secure world into a hotbed of persecution in Salem, Massachusetts, Megan can't manage to conform to societies expectations. The results for her are disastrous. Here's a little excerpt.
For over a century, the old oak had stood sentinel on
Gallows Hill outside Salem Town. A rope dangled from its lowest branch as
Bridget Bishop mounted the steps leading to her fate. A man in black placed the
noose around her neck, and the crowd roared its approval.
Megan swayed and backed away slowly, fighting to keep her
dizziness at bay. Turning to leave, she stopped then changed direction. Lucinda
stood alone near the edge of the wood. Moving through the press of eager
onlookers, Megan reached her side.
“We lose a sister today,” Lucinda said by way of greeting.
“She had only a touch of the sight, mind you, but it was enough to arouse
suspicion.”
“So, she’s a witch?” Megan’s gaze riveted to the platform
where Reverend Noyes asked the condemned to confess and cleanse her eternal
soul.
“No more than you or I, but I suspect we would also be
called witches by these righteous citizens.”
Repulsed, Megan turned away, unable to watch any longer.
“Then why did you come here if this community poses a threat?”
“I’m in no danger, but Fern tells me you’ve foolishly drawn
attention to yourself. Have you made plans to leave town yet?”
She swallowed against the fear rising up to choke her.
“Where will I go? I know I have to get away, but there’s my brother to
consider…and Nicholas.” Her voice cracked, and hot tears burned.
Lucinda’s face softened. “You’ll go to my home in
Springfield. A ship will take you south around the Cape to the Connecticut
River. From Saybrook, it’s only a few days journey to my home. I’ll make the
arrangements.” She touched her arm. “You’ll be safe there until I can join
you.”
Megan bit down on her lip. “Then all I need is the courage
to leave.”
“You found it once before when you sailed away from your
life in England.”
“This time will be harder.” She swiped at the tears on her
cheeks. “This time I leave behind the man I love.”
Lucinda
turned with a frown. “Think of the alternative.”
Let's here about your favorite heroines. Are they rebels like Megan?
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