I’m currently bouncing back and forth between two major writing projects that are so different that they really do serve as a break from one another: the language of each is quite distinct, the characters and their trajectories rather different, and so it works for me, right now, to switch from one project to the other when I start to run out of steam on whichever one I’m currently working on.
At the moment, I’m working is about alchemy and conspiracy, a story that begins at the height of the Gin Craze; that is, a time period I used to know not very much about. I still don’t know as much as I need, but doing research for a historical novel can be fun. My current experience is, I imagine, a bit like what conspiracy theory nutters do when they are concocting their malarkey. For one example, I have a character in London in 1736 who needs to go to the Continent, as he decides to take a side in a secret war he’s only just discovered is going on, when he stumbled onto a vast, dangerous conspiracy. Where shall he go?
While answering that question, I ended up launching myself into a particular line of research only to find pieces falling together in a familiar, wonderful way I suspect I’ve never discussed before here, so: