My novel keeps giving heartburn because I pull my characters into contradictory situations. For instance, he's off to the moors of Wales and comes across an Exmoor pony (cute as a button, BTW!). Come to find out, they're moorish, but only exist in the Southwest of England. And then I turn to a Dartmoor... which unfortunately ALSO is outside of Wales.
Well, now I have the Welsh Pony and there's none of this it's-not-in-Wales rubbish.
But since I resolved that bit of horseplay, I'm now ever-so-slightly concerned that the moors only exist in the Southwest of England. I've very much got my heart set on Renaldo reaching the moors. I don't quite know what pulls him (me) in that direction, but I mostly blame Mary Lennox from The Secret Garden, who was very anxious to view the talked-about moors on her rail journey to Misselthwaite Manor.
But of course I can't pull him out of Wales because he's uttered some lovely phrases so far, full of consonants and completely incomprehensible to my mono-lingual eyes.
What ordinary-yet-mystical location speaks to you?
Well, now I have the Welsh Pony and there's none of this it's-not-in-Wales rubbish.
But since I resolved that bit of horseplay, I'm now ever-so-slightly concerned that the moors only exist in the Southwest of England. I've very much got my heart set on Renaldo reaching the moors. I don't quite know what pulls him (me) in that direction, but I mostly blame Mary Lennox from The Secret Garden, who was very anxious to view the talked-about moors on her rail journey to Misselthwaite Manor.
But of course I can't pull him out of Wales because he's uttered some lovely phrases so far, full of consonants and completely incomprehensible to my mono-lingual eyes.
What ordinary-yet-mystical location speaks to you?
