:Slinks around and looks guilty::

Back to the salt mines...er. keyboard!

My brain has a tiny fact-checker who whispers in my ear. Last weekend, I was at a ghost-story event. At the end of the Civil War, a farm is invaded by renegade Yankees, and, when one of her loved ones is threatened, the farm owner strikes out at a soldier with the pan in which she's frying bacon.

Fact-checker: Who had bacon at the end of the war?

She's killed, and her ghost makes the chandelier full of candles fall on the Yankees, who are all drinking moonshine out of Mason jars.

Fact-checker: Who had candles at the end of the war?

Mason jars were patented in 1858, but were not widely available until towards the end of the century. They had certainly not worked their way to the South, where moonshine came in clay jugs.

Ha, Ginger! That's, well, true. I'm so easily able to turn off my analyzer, that it's easy for me to let go and float away with whatever narrative. Unless they had been, say, drinking Bud Lite or something. I would have noticed that. I wouldn't have thought about the candles and bacon. Though, maybe on some other topic, it would be harder for me.

Anyway, fact-checking is awesome, and people should do it to their own stuff a lot.

Now I'm remembering a movie we had to watch in college on our own time, I think? I don't remember what the deal was. Anyway, it was purposefully filled with anachronisms. I remember nothing about it other than that, but now I want to know what it was called. Google, ho!

Ginger, I love you. I went to an adaptation of Dracula put on by one of the better local community theatres a few months back. There were so many anachronisms and other problems that I finally had to pull out a pad of paper and start taking notes (because if I write it down, I can then let it go, otherwise my brain keeps worrying at it like a dog with a bone). Luckily, the friend I was with was just amused. I assume the other people near us assumed I was a reporter. Anyway, my point is, It's Not Just Me, Yay! Thank you for reassuring me that I'm not crazy. Or, at least not alone.

But seriously, "Dime-store cross"! What's a "dime" in Victorian England?

Oh, you're not alone.

Signed,

Shrieks Aloud At Historical Movies, Even Though She Knows Better

I love me some good fact checking. o yes.

I am now three days behind on blogging as a NaNo adjacent person -- do you see why NaNo doesn't work for me? I suck.

BUT. I had some really nice news recently, from a couple different people. A bunch of people have read the first book in the YA series I was writing when I first joined the board! It became a huge nightmare, and I stopped writing it, although it continued without me, and also failed pretty well, saleswise. But people had read it! And really loved the first book, which I did write! So that was pretty nice to hear.

For some mad reason, I am live-updating my writing progress tonight over on FB. 1,120 words in 90ish minutes. Yay? Apparently public accountability motivates me.

Yay!

Jilli, I can't wait to see this novel, so I'm very excited that you're working on it. Because I want to see it!

Thank you!

My agent also wants to see it, which simultaneously excites and terrifies me. (She informed me that now that she's on Twitter, anything I say on there about working on the project is a "contract", and she has free rein to nag me about progress. Then she giggled at me. My agent? Kinda awesome.)