My half-done NaNo novel is historical fiction. It's set in a coal town in Virginia in the Appalachian Mountains in 1933.
I suspected it was going to turn into a dark comedy because that's how my mind is skewed. But I wrote the first half straight - with quirky characters but no funny, at least no laugh-out-loud-because-that-is-so-wrong funny. I was surprised how much I loved writing it and how easily it poured out of me.
Maybe historical fiction will be my genre for the long haul. Or maybe I'll be one of those split-personality authors and write one genre with a pen name and another with my real name.
The funny thing is that this novel, which is the last in the series but the first one I'm writing, might be mistaken for Christian fiction. The whole of the series put together isn't - the overall theme is the struggle to find hope and carry on when there is no chance the characters' lives will get better. Many of my characters lean on religion because there's nothing else to lean on, and there's no effect of this reliance except in the last novel and the first - where the ministers leave their pulpits and actually help people.
But I digress....
As I mentioned in my last post, I decided to stop mid-novel instead of pushing through to 50K words this month. One of my many reasons/excuses is I have more research to do for the middle section. I need to figure out if and precisely how a car would make it over the mountain ridge from nort-central Tennessee to Virginia in 1933 and how long that would take. I think they would need to travel north through Kentucky to a gap in the mountains, cross over, and then go south along the mountain ridge on the other side. The US interstate highway system was in its infancy during that time. I'm having a hard time finding a historical map of roads in 1933. I may need to make it up based on my best guess, but I'd kind of like to get it right.
Because I'm a little sick of all of my Me, Me, Me! posts lately, I think my next few posts will be about things I learned while I was doing research.
Today I must clean up my work area, which was completely trashed by my NaNoWriMo writing frenzy. Tomorrow I will jump back in.