I haven’t traveled as much I would like. This has destroyed some of my writing.
When I write real world cities that I haven’t experienced I get a flustered and feel like faking it won’t work. When this happens I don’t want to continue with the story. I worry about people from those cities reading my stories and saying, “ah, its not like that.”
This has come into play with the recent story as parts are set in London, Glasgow, Edinburgh, and the Orkney Islands. These are places I intend to visit in the future. Today our finances don’t allow me to go gallivanting across the U.K.
This presents a quandary I’m trying to puzzle out.
I’ve written about Paris, Prague and other places in stories before, but this book is different from the others. It has more of my soul in it.
I have Scottish ancestry and its somewhere I’ve wanted to visit since I was a little kid, I’m 43.
I’m fighting with myself on this one and I don’t want to get things wrong.
My hope is that when I finish this, I would’ve been to those places.
Although I’m apprehensive about it, I’ll continue to write. Its one of those ideas that shouldn’t be tossed in the bin. It needs to be finished.
Being in love with the story helps with this one. I don’t want to give up on something I’m in love with, regardless of the issues my mind has with it.