All right, now I’m really finished with the first draft of the first chapter. Took longer because it went longer, over 5k words, unusually sustained for this stuff from me. Could have split it up and still might, of course. Things like structure are fluid at this point. So are new characters–I know about some of them, others start as plot factors and grow into someone with depth. I find the early stages of writing to be expansive–I open up possibilities with each paragraph, all the while keeping in the back of my mind where I want the whole endeavor to end up. At the same time, since this is part of a series, I must also stay mindful of what has come before, both in terms of plot continuity and character consistency.
I do wish I’d had the chance to visit Ireland before writing about it. Knowing I don’t have to be strictly accurate–this is fantasy after all–should make it easier, but I’m still out of my comfort zone. In the best of all possible worlds I’ll sell the first novel for enough to fund the research trip there I’m pining for, but until then I just have to suck it up. In the meantime I have to make do with Google Maps, friends with recent intelligence, and Roddy Doyle books.
In a strange way I”m looking forward to getting Ray into the faerie mound at Newgrange. At that point I can just make stuff up. That I can do with a clean conscience.