There’s sun today! Well, there was and I was excited about it.
The other day I looked up a story I started working on when I was 11. I got three “chapters” in and never really finished. The inspiration and muse just sort of went away for it. I was re-reading it the other day, and aside from blushing from remembering where my mind was 9 years ago it was actually a pretty decent story start. One that if I were ever inclined to do so, I might be able to pick up and take in a different direction of interestingness.
I was really into historical fiction when I was little, and most of my focus was on the revolutionary war. A lot of history nerds have a time period that they’re really into, and mine was the late 18th century. I knew *alot* about the revolutionary period (or thought I knew a lot about it anyway) and so my story was about a girl whose brother decided to be a spy for Washington just as the quartering act had taken effect.
Initially, I think, we were going to follow Sherry, Sam’s 11 year old sister, as she joined the Daughters of the Revolution and did things from home, with her mother and sisters to help the war effort. They all had their own horses and were basically the epitome of how I thought good home-schooled young ladies were supposed to act. I wrote a lot of ” ’tis and ‘twould”s in keeping with what I knew of the language of the day. It sort of looks like the start of a home schooled version of the Felicity books (my *favorite* American girl, to this day).
It was an interesting enough story start that all these years later, I’m sort of interested in developing it – with changes. I’ll probably take out the part about her getting a kitten (too many Mandy books) and I think I’ll recreate the characters, and….part of me would like to take this in a fantasy direction. Although I’m not completely sure how I’d implement that. I’ve never heard of historical fantasy before although, I’m sure it has to exist. I think it would be fun though, to follow a family of strong headed men and women and a little girl discovering herself, her strength, in the heart of the American Revolution, and in the middle of the chaos, discovering a plot, a map, a…something…that leads to another world, species, something they thought was only a legend existing in 18th century Boston.
Maybe that’s too far fetched, I don’t know. It’s interesting anyway, and it’s made up Monday, so why not dream?