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the chapter that would not die
Feb. 19th, 2009 02:00 pmWhile working on chapter twelve during lunch (yes, still chapter twelve, but I'm getting there), I researched men's coats circa the 1970s. Who would've thought a book set in 1975-76 would require so much research? I remember 1975-76 pretty darn well!
Also, I still wish I had a TARDIS so I could visit NYC in 1975. It is damn hard getting certain details right. I wish I'd taken notes when I spent the summer in NYC in 1973, but I was eight and hadn't started keeping a journal yet! Mainly I remember the muggy weather, someone throwing laundry detergent in a fountain and making it explode in bubbles, the hotel elevator breaking down and its passengers ringing for help (and ringing, and ringing), and a cockroach the size of a Cadillac that my mom clobbered in the bathtub.
Can't tell if I'm fighting off a bug or just suffering from bad allergies. My inner ears hurt intermittently when I swallow--the discomfort switches off from one ear to the other. Bleh. At least the weather has warmed up somewhat. There's lots of pretty snow on the nearby mountaintops.
Also, I still wish I had a TARDIS so I could visit NYC in 1975. It is damn hard getting certain details right. I wish I'd taken notes when I spent the summer in NYC in 1973, but I was eight and hadn't started keeping a journal yet! Mainly I remember the muggy weather, someone throwing laundry detergent in a fountain and making it explode in bubbles, the hotel elevator breaking down and its passengers ringing for help (and ringing, and ringing), and a cockroach the size of a Cadillac that my mom clobbered in the bathtub.
Can't tell if I'm fighting off a bug or just suffering from bad allergies. My inner ears hurt intermittently when I swallow--the discomfort switches off from one ear to the other. Bleh. At least the weather has warmed up somewhat. There's lots of pretty snow on the nearby mountaintops.
