Unprovided with original learning, unformed in the habits of thinking, unskilled in the arts of composition, I resolved to write a book.
Edward Gibbon (1737 - 1794)
And what is the obvious thing to be learned from that quote? Why, of course - Nothing ever changes.
I told you in my Out of this World... post, that I had resolved to write a book. But what in the world was I going to write about? First, I had to decide on a time period. A writer, like the dragons of Pern, must know when she writing. I didn't want to write a Contemporary. I already had enough troubles in my own Contemporary without focusing on my characters' troubles. I needed to distance myself from any troubles with which I could even remotely identify.
Hmm. What about a Historical? NO! Sure as God made little green onions, the first person to read my story would turn to me and say, "That word was not even invented until a hundred years later! How dare you?" At the time that I was conceiving this idea of writing a book, I didn't feel like doing the research, much less the results of my errors.
Therefore: I decided to write a Science Fiction Romance, set so far out in the future that no one could say that it wasn't possible. I should be safe, right? No. I have always hated plot holes and I began to research astronomy and to read articles on astro-physics. The very thing I had tried to avoid, now became an obsession. Hoist upon mine own petard!
Aspiring writers, heed this cautionary tale. Even worse is to come.
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