The whole purpose of an AU is to give a writer the room to tell the story s/he wants to tell, unhampered by inconvenient history.
Thanks, Beverly! I think I'll print that out and stick it to my computer, because I'd been about breaking my brain trying to make the entire story I want to tell spring from a single changed incident.
I probably spend too much time worrying about the Reader Who Knows More Than Me. It's crazy because, frankly, that's a small fraction of the population. But OTOH, the more I learn, the more I realize I don't know. While I have a good general knowledge of European and world history 1789-1815, I'm really only an expert on certain elements of it. I'm constantly learning more, but you can't be an expert on everything.
But yeah, you're totally right. I need to write the story and do whatever I need to make it work. Because it's supposed to be fun for me to write and for the reader to read, first of all. The rest is gravy. And while I don't think DH's "traitor in high places" is really where I want to go anyway (I've got other plans for an OTT spy/conspiracy plot, and I don't want to go to that well too often), CaBil is right that I need to check the casualty lists of certain battles that never happened in my reality. Because there may be hidden wells of competence on one side and incompetence on the other that I haven't fully tapped...
And I had to repeatedly bop myself with "You're writing an alternate universe with vampires, Leonardo da Vinci can change his travel plans."
Glad it's not just me! Of course, my AU is just our world if a few events had turned out differently, so I don't have vampires or dragons or anything. OTOH, I do believe in at least partial free will and quite a bit of randomness in the system IRL, so there's no reason not to let my fictional world reflect that...
Never mind that certain people's reputations were made or destroyed in battles, so even if they didn't live or die, the trajectory of their careers could be changed or their rise to the ranks was arrested because their superiors didn't die on schedule...
Heh, Susan did I ever mention the project I am doing with TokyoPop here? The initial concept was based off Antiques Roadshow spot on Davy Crockett's first wedding license which was filed for but never acted upon because the woman got cold feet. If he got married then, would he have gone West... ?
How something like that turned into a steampunk 1830s American with steam drays the size of small ships carving paths through Appalachia is a process I am still not sure I can break down...
There's a show called
Connections
that shows on PBS--or used to--that would track various technological developments back through history and show the linchpins necessary for that development to occur. So much of development is random that a few tiny rearrangements can open whole new worlds.
With James Burke! I loved that show. It really did open my eyes to the way seemingly small events can affect huge changes--the proverbial butterfly's wings. They rerun it on one of the Discovery channels every now and then. I wish they'd do more of them.
Looks at lack of drabbles
Maybe small, medium, or large instead?
Sorry, meant to post this sooner.
Found
It was recessed in the sofa. In a "sun-don't-shine spot", her husband would say. She'd always been small up there, her "fun-ions", he'd call them. The label confirmed what she'd instantly known.
Her throat tightened painfully. She stumbled outside to take in the night air.
Two weeks with the kids in the country, so he could "gitter done" - that long-gestating project. With the lab partner she'd never met.
She cried for hours, falling asleep on his side of the bed.
In the morning, he was there. Back "from the lab", he claimed, in the wee hours.
She said nothing.
(ETA: changed "chest" to "throat" - Thanks Beverly!)
