draft 3: do my research first
using a stone quarry for a location sounded like such a great idea; evocative, stark, cold, metaphorical, et cetera.it fit the mood and atmosphere and gave me a number of great moments and discoveries, both for nuanced character development and for some more overt plot elements.
unfortunately, it’s not where i wanted it to be.
the book is fiction, obviously, but i’ve been working within the broad-stroke confines of a real city and its environs. the fun of this has been melding my real world knowledge with the demands/desires of the story.
however, the liberties i’ve taken have been minor, in the grand scheme of things. i’ve said before that i want kelly’s ‘normal’ world to be as close to the world i know as possible, so i’ve been fairly honest to the city and place locations. unfortunately, and this was an example of sheer, almost spooky luck in NGD. i’d written NGD before going for a drive through the city to validate the things i’d written, but when i did take that drive, i found myself almost exactly on target with the things i’d imagined and written. that was an eerie afternoon. very cool, but eerie in its accuracy.
so, i suppose it’s not surprising that i would expect the same thing for HHNF. nor, then, is it surprising that it was not to be. street names are one thing, as is shifting buildings and parks slightly, but with massive landmarks like stone quarries and rivers, it is something else entirely.
the stone quarry exists, which is a good and bad thing. good because it can continue to emphasize the reality of the world, but bad because i don’t think i can put it where i have written it. again, it’s fiction so i have ultimate control, but there’s a cost to the believability of the scenes, i think, if i start playing pick-up-sticks with such things.*
i haven’t made a final decision, yet, but i’m pretty certain i’ll be re-working the story to fit the world. the plot events will remain intact, but there will be some moderate reworking necessary.
and so i get further from the end, once more.
* of course, this begs the question of how many people from lewiston, maine are going to read this, but that’s not the point.