From the Ground Up

My debut novel is now available. Launched on September 14, 2024, it’s the first novel in a new historical mystery series.

In Elizabethan England, stonemason Robert Smythson is hired by the tyrannical Sir John Thynne to rebuild the great house of Longleat after a fire. When a gruesome body is discovered, Robert must find the courage to vanquish secrets from his past, confront a killer, and reclaim his reputation in a world where secrets are as deadly as the tools of his trade.

Available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Google and through Ingram Spark.

Published by Glowing Log Books, 2024.

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5 Stars, Highly Recommended

The Historical Fiction Company has given my novel, From the Ground Up: A Robert Smythson Mystery, a 5 star, highly recommended review. I’m deeply honored and feel so validated by their praise. This is the boost I needed to keep going on the next book.

From the Ground Up Editorial Review


Throughout England, wealthy men were building a new kind of house. In this time of peace and prosperity, there was no need for fortification or defense. Instead, they boldly stated their incontrovertible wealth and status through homes that faced outward, with large windows and great chambers and halls in which to entertain. Their ultimate goal: a house worthy of a visit by Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, and her court. Stonemason Robert Smythson was on his way to join the workforce at
Longleat, where Sir John Thynne was building his legacy, a house that would proclaim his worth for generations to come.


From the Ground Up: A Robert Smythson Mystery by Katherine J. Scott skillfully combines historical fiction and mystery. The tale is an engrossing voyage into the world of stonemasonry, intrigue, and peril, all set against the backdrop of 16th-century England. Both history buffs and mystery aficionados should read this because of Scott’s painstaking research and evocative words, which clearly depict Elizabethan England.


Our story begins in Wiltshire, England in March of 1568. The tone is established right away by Scott’s first line, which offers the reader a vivid look into Robert’s world and engrosses them in the majesty and danger of his line of work. To keep readers interested right away, the opening paragraph creates an instant sense of tension that invites you to keep reading.


In the book, the strong and domineering Sir John Thynne hires Robert Smythson, a skilled stonemason, to rebuild Longleat following a catastrophic fire. An architectural endeavor swiftly turns into a dangerous mystery as a terrifying discovery threatens to uncover secrets concealed beneath the estate’s walls. In order to seek justice, Robert must navigate betrayals, rivalries, and his own difficult past while being caught up in both political and personal danger.


Moments later, without an opportunity to clean the mud from his clothes and boots, a servant led Robert to Sir John Thynne’s business chamber. In a dark-paneled room behind an enormous wooden desk sat Sir John, intently studying an accounts ledger. Me was a thick-set man with a long face covered on top by receding dark hair and on the bottom by a full dark beard. Mis eyes were dark and glowering, covered by heavy brows, and his muscles bulged beneath a worn velvet doublet. He looked up, flashed a dark glare of disapproval at the interruption, and turned his gaze to the newcomer. “The mason Robert Smythson. You’ve been expecting him.” The servant hastily made the introduction, then fled, leaving Robert hovering in the doorway under Sir John’s penetrating gaze.
“Smythson? Thought you’d be bigger. About time you arrived.”

Scott crafts a plot that progressively builds tension by finding a balance between historical authenticity and an interesting whodunit. Because Robert is battling for his reputation, means of support, and loved ones in addition to investigating a crime, the stakes feel personal and very high. The novel captivates readers from beginning to end because of the levels of suspense and the evocative environment.


The book is well formatted and well-edited, making it easy to read. There aren’t any typos or grammatical errors to get lost on. The dialogue and descriptive sections are well-balanced throughout
the fluid narrative. Scott’s language is richly textured and approachable, bringing the era to life without overpowering the reader with antique terminology.


The protagonist Robert Smythson is incredibly captivating. He is both approachable and admirable because of his commitment to his work, sense of justice, and personal conflicts. His relationship with Sir John Thynne is especially interesting; one man is motivated by ethics and talent, while the other is by control and legacy. It’s interesting to see how they approach situations. Because Robert must choose between risking everything and compromising his morals, this conflict gives the plot complexity.


Equally well-drawn are the supporting cast. Every character, from rival masons to political plotters, adds nuance to the story. In an era when women’s roles were frequently constrained, the female characters are especially powerful, offering emotional depth and autonomy.


He looked down at his hands and remembered one evening when Anne had offered to help Robert with his tools. He had been meeting with Sir Francis at the Knollys family home, Greys Court, and had done some repair work to a damaged gateway while he was there. Anne had visited him and remained once the work was done. Robert had looked down at his heavy tools, covered with dust and chips of stone, and the rags he used to wipe them down. Then he’d looked at her hands, soft, delicate, and small. He had followed his impulse to reach out and take one of her hands. It was as soft as he had imagined. It looked even more delicate lying in his large, dirty hands. The hands of a mason grew older than the man himself. It was impossible to avoid injury when you were learning the craft, and you carried the scars with you always. “No,” he had replied. “I don’t need you to hurt these beautiful hands. You help me just by giving me your company.”


Flow of the story is very well done. Scott makes sure that everything proceeds smoothly and without any startling contradictions. The seamless transitions between the story’s architectural details and the developing mystery support the novel’s historical accuracy without reducing its pacing. The climax of the book is satisfying and powerful. Scott creates a conclusion that resolves the mystery while maintaining enough interest to make you want to read more. Emotionally rewarding, the ending strikes a balance between justice and the complex realities of Elizabethan culture.


From the Ground Up is unique because it blends murder mystery and historical fiction. Scott explores the artistry and accuracy of stonemasonry, which is a unique but intriguing prism through which to examine Elizabethan culture, whereas many historical books concentrate on significant political events. The book
does an excellent job of making history intelligible, even for people who might not often be interested in the genre.


Scott has an elegant and engrossing writing style. It strikes the perfect mix between historical accuracy and readability to produce a novel that is both entertaining and educational. The architectural artistry is meticulous without being intrusive, and the dialogue flows easily. There is a defined beginning, increasing suspense, and a climactic finale to the story’s well-structured arc. Excellent pacing prevents readers from taking needless breaks and keeps them interested. Every plot point is addressed in a pleasing and natural way.


From the Ground Up is a captivating novel that skillfully blends mystery, suspense, and history. Scott’s intricately detailed world will captivate readers even if they are not familiar with historical fiction. The novel is remarkable because of its thorough research, compelling plot, and well-developed characters.


5 stars from The Historical Fiction Company and the “Highly Recommended” award of excellence

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Lacock Abbey – a building full of stories since 1229.

Our story begins with Ela, Countess of Salisbury. Ela became the 3rd Countess of Salisbury in her own right following the death of her father in 1196. She later married William Longespée, an illegitimate son of King Henry II and the brother of King Richard 1. The couple had eight children. While William was away on a sea voyage, it was reported that there had been a shipwreck.  A knight called Reimund then asked Ela to marry him, but she refused, not believing that William had died. She was right. He was recovering in a monastery and eventually returned, visiting the King to complain that Reimund had tried to steal his wife. Reimund was also at that meeting, and shortly thereafter, William was found dead by poisoning.

Cloisters at Lacock Abbey

Ela never remarried, but inherited the post of Sheriff of Wiltshire in 1227. She then founded the Lacock Abbey in 1229, eventually joining it herself as a nun in 1238 and becoming abbess in 1240.

Augustinian nuns lived and prayed at Lacock from the 13th century until King Henry VIII closed all the old religious houses, kicked out the monks and nuns, and took the properties and their wealth for himself. Lacock Abbey was then sold to William Sharington in 1540. Sharington was one of the self-made men of the Tudor period, who climbed the social ranks through connections and corruption. Associated with Sir Thomas Seymour, he benefited from the dissolution of the monasteries by acquiring land and properties. He was a merchant in the wool trade, and became under-treasurer of the Bristol mint, where he clipped the coins minted and pocketed the profit. When Sir Thomas Seymour met his downfall, Sharington fell along with him, but turned on his friend and ensured his own freedom. Meanwhile, Thomas Seymour paid with his head.

Portrait of Sir William Sharington

William Sharington converted Lacock Abbey from a religious house to a private home. Interested in architecture, as many of these rising men were, he recognized the beauty and craftsmanship of the cloisters and religious rooms and kept them intact. He turned the upper story of the building, which had been an open and drafty nun’s dormitory and refectory, into a comfortable home. He also added an octagonal tower and a large stable block and courtyard.

Although married three times, Sharington didn’t have any children and upon his death in 1553, Lacock went to his brother Henry.

Sir William Sharington’s tomb
Detail of Sharington’s tomb with his trademark scorpion

One of Lacock’s most romantic (?) stories is of Henry’s daughter Olive, who wanted to marry John Talbot, but her father didn’t approve. The story goes that Olive was determined to get what she wanted so she jumped off the roof of Lacock Abbey into John’s waiting arms with such force that she knocked him unconscious, and he was believed dead. Once John revived, Henry Sharington relented and let his daughter marry the poor man.

Several generations later, William Henry Fox Talbot inherited Lacock at the age of five months. Fox Talbot was a bright student with interests in science and art among other things. He is credited with the development of the first photographic negative, and his first successful in-camera picture is of one of the windows of Lacock’s south gallery taken in 1835. Today there is a museum of photography history at Lacock.

Lacock Abbey first came to my attention through the friendship of Sir William Sharington with Sir John Thynne. The two were friends with similar backgrounds and ambitions. While the events in my book From the Ground Up are fictional, the two did exchange stonemasons and other craftsmen. Thynne later added octagonal banqueting houses to the roof at Longleat, similar to the one on the tower’s top floor.

The octagonal tower at Lacock Abbey

The Abbey had undergone several architectural renovations over the years, but many of the original features remain. You may have even seen them. Lacock Abbey and village now belong to the National Trust and have been used as film locations for such productions as Pride and Prejudice, the Cranford series, Wolf Hall, and several of the Harry Potter films, among others.

Professor Snape’s classroom from one of the Harry Potter films.

(All photos by Katherine J Scott)

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Creativity in the time of Covid

If you will give yourself to study, you will easy every burden of life, you will neither wish for night to come or for the light to fail; neither shall you be worried or preoccupied with other things.

Seneca

During this pandemic I have lived from my heart and my hands – I have been the emotional hub of our family.  I have cajoled, cooked, cleaned, and complained.  I have listened, laundered, and languished.  I have baked, berated, and bribed.  I have gardened, groused, and given up.  I have protected my sanity by walking mile after mile in my neighborhood, completing several jigsaw puzzles, and rediscovering the joys of actual phone conversations.

Like everyone else, I have swung widely from absorbing every piece of news to avoiding all news.  I have given in to fear and I have had moments of great faith.  The search for toilet paper transformed into the search for sanity.  I have reached out to those who live alone, and I have wished I lived alone.

But I have not lived from my head.  Hopes of writing were dashed upon the rocks of family frailty.  The emotional needs of my family triumphed over the emotional needs of my characters.  First I stopped writing; then I stopped reading all but the fluffiest of stories.  Creative concentration was replaced with carbohydrate consumption.

And then a friend asked me to focus on the story of Hezekiah.  HezeWho?  Part of my year long study of Isaiah, Hezekiah is the subject of Isaiah chapters 36-39.  Suddenly I had four books open, note cards strewn on the table, bookmarks and page tags everywhere, and I was happy.  I went from one translation of the Bible to another, from our study book to an ambitious and inclusive commentary by J. Alec Motyer.  I traced Hezekiah’s history and the role of Assyria through the book of Isaiah.  My mind found something to latch onto, and it came alive.  For a few hours, I was engaged in an academic pursuit, and the fog that had descended around me began to lift.

It continues.  This week I volunteered to lead the study.  Now I’m deep into the conspiracy of the true authorship of Isaiah chapters 40-55.  How could Isaiah possibly write about something over 100 years off into the future?  How could he name both the conqueror and the liberator of the Jewish people before any of it happened?  I sat outside reading and taking notes and listening to the birds around me, and I was happy.

I am an academic at heart.  Studying and condensing material down into digestible nuggets is my gift.  By combining ideas and synthesizing knowledge into a usable whole, I find meaning.  To avoid learning and studying is to atrophy.  And I cannot be the emotional hub of my family if my emotional tank is empty.

So… to that end, I will pick up my pen again and write.  I will write blog posts, essays, poems, fiction, anything.  I commit to 10-15- blog posts in the month of May.  No one may read them.  And that’s okay.  They are for me, and by extension, for my family. 

Write on…..

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Seek His face

When you said, “seek my face,” my heart said to you “your face I will seek.” Psalm 27:8

October 15, 2011.  We had just brought our cat Misty home from the shelter.   That night everyone went to bed, and I stayed up late with her.  She stood on my lap, put her paws on my chest and looked deep into my eyes as if to ask “is this real?  Are you my family?  Is this my home?”  She sought reassurance, comfort, and security.  I told her, yes, you are home, you belong here now, you are safe, it is okay to relax.  Seven years, two months and fourteen days later, I held her as she transitioned to whatever home awaits her next.  But during that time she was home, and she was a valued and loved member of this family.

Now, Eliot has entered our lives and our home, along with his sister Aria.  Everything Eliot does is done with intensity, whether it’s playing, eating, sleeping, or grooming.  Every morning, as I sit in bed with my coffee and devotions, Eliot comes for a cuddle.  He climbs up on my chest and demands attention.  He shoves his face into my hands, begging me to rub his itchy places.  His eyes hold love, devotion, and trust in them.  When he’s had enough, his needs satisfied for the moment, he scampers off or just moves down the bed to bite my toes through the blankets.

I think about these two cats who loved so easily and sought out assurance and security by climbing up into my lap.  Where are you seeking assurance and security?  Whose lap are you crawling up into?

In Washington, D.C., there are two laps which remind me of God.  The first is the Lincoln Memorial, where a larger than life Abraham Lincoln looks down towards the Washington Memorial and beyond to the Capitol.  In college I spent many evenings at his feet.  He watches over the city from his throne, formal, impersonal, rigid.  There is a presence about him, immovable and solid. 

The second lap is more approachable.  It is that of Albert Einstein.  He’s easier to miss, harder to find.  Tucked behind some trees on the grounds of the National Academy of Sciences sits a bronze sculpture of a wise grandfather.  He’s slumped, slightly rumpled, and you can climb up and sit in his lap.  I have done it many times.

God is a little of both: full of awe and wonder, majestic and on his throne, and yet, also approachable, kind, and loving to those who seek his face or who dare to climb up onto his lap.

Misty’s fast and premature death showed me that time is one of our most precious resources.  How are you using yours? Whose face are you looking to with trust and devotion?  Whose lap are you climbing up into?  I pray that you seek the face and heart of God with the same trust and devotion as our animals give us.  Let God be your source of care, protection, provision, companionship and joy.  He wants to be all those things for us.  Seek his face.

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