Though I am a words person, I'm also visual. I need to see words written down, map directions or the cartoon. I need to see. See. See.
So after a wonderful time writing yesterday, I came to the realisation that I needed a map for this final book.
The same was as important as I organised the roast lamb, vegetables and dessert for the family Christmas lunch. I wrote down a map: of the menu; of the things I wanted my husband to do; a list of what I wanted each of the girls to do.
After the opening of prezzies and going to church and having Christmas lunch, I set about 'mapping' the story of Birthright.
It has been an exciting past couple of hours because it has exposed gaps in the narrative. No, that's not bad. It shows me what I need to do to take what is imbedded in my mind out into the type face so that others can truly appreciate this story.
I do not have a story as laiden and complicated as Dianna Gabaldin's but I also do not have a tedious story weighten with atmos and detail which I have found in a number of 'historical fiction' books of late.