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xenithSo I'm in the library today, looking through an almanac (1838, Hobart Town) and at the bottom page is the heading The Royal Family. The first entry is "Queen Victoria" so I'm sitting there wondering who she is and how she fits into the rest of royal family.
I knew this was frying my brain.
As I think I've mentioned somewhere in passing, I'm trying my hand at an historical fantasy, apparently to show myself why this is a bad idea. Of course, by historical I mean 1840 and the fantasy element is a selkie boy. So it's more on the urban fantasy end of the fantasy spectrum, but not as such because it's not in the present or urban. Well, it wasn't.
When I first started, the boundaries of their world were narrow, well defined and I was able to read most of the relevant material, both primary and secondary source, that's available. Which mostly satisfied my obsession with getting details right, so I was able to write the story.
But about 2/3 of the way through, my little protag ups and sends himself to town. (Hobart Town*, that is, although it never gets named. No where has names & neither do most of the adults but that's a different grumble.) All of a sudden the potential for "fact checking" blows out. Mostly it is just fact checking (confirming assumptions, getting the little details) but there's a lot of it. It didn't matter in the first draft. I just skipped it all to deal with "later", but now, it is later.
I didn't want to do this having to look up everything all the time sort of things. Combined with the plot mess I'm trying (haha) to sort out, I'm feeling not very happy at all with the whole project.
Plus it is frying my brain.
And it makes my listen to folk music all time.
But I shall finish eventually and go back to my futuristic city setting where I can MAKE IT ALL UP.
*Became a city in 1842, so it counts as urban
I knew this was frying my brain.
As I think I've mentioned somewhere in passing, I'm trying my hand at an historical fantasy, apparently to show myself why this is a bad idea. Of course, by historical I mean 1840 and the fantasy element is a selkie boy. So it's more on the urban fantasy end of the fantasy spectrum, but not as such because it's not in the present or urban. Well, it wasn't.
When I first started, the boundaries of their world were narrow, well defined and I was able to read most of the relevant material, both primary and secondary source, that's available. Which mostly satisfied my obsession with getting details right, so I was able to write the story.
But about 2/3 of the way through, my little protag ups and sends himself to town. (Hobart Town*, that is, although it never gets named. No where has names & neither do most of the adults but that's a different grumble.) All of a sudden the potential for "fact checking" blows out. Mostly it is just fact checking (confirming assumptions, getting the little details) but there's a lot of it. It didn't matter in the first draft. I just skipped it all to deal with "later", but now, it is later.
I didn't want to do this having to look up everything all the time sort of things. Combined with the plot mess I'm trying (haha) to sort out, I'm feeling not very happy at all with the whole project.
Plus it is frying my brain.
And it makes my listen to folk music all time.
But I shall finish eventually and go back to my futuristic city setting where I can MAKE IT ALL UP.
*Became a city in 1842, so it counts as urban
