Apart from waking up in the morning with the idea for the next chapter of Wednesday’s Child, in the past previously unknown characters have woken me up at night.
The first, a lady laying in a tester bed, who said to her husband. “Charles, war is so cruel.” I think she referred to the English Civil War. Is she a royalist?
The second is a dark-haired early 18th century young man with laughing eyes called Dominic. He insists I take him shopping at The Royal Exchange in London. Imagine a shopping mall in Queen Anne’s Stuart’s reign 1702-1704 crowded with small shops.