So, I’ve recently argued the case for hashtags. Is checking a pesky historical fact holding your writing up? No worries just stick in a # and keep writing. Well, sometimes, that just doesn’t work. In my previous post I touched on my hunt for ten sketches of Paris in the 1860s that my character would do as a young Australian woman new to Paris. I stopped writing to actually start finding those ten sketches.
I’m still missing one and as you can see from the above pic, I’m currently working out the order of the sketches that Sarah will view them as she walks around her grandmother’s room. Two she will remember: one from earlier in the novel and one from several years before. Currently the sketches are listed as I decided on them.
Now that I have begun hanging the sketches, so to speak, I have realised how right I was in delving deeper. Yes, I’ll still throw in the odd hashtag but as so often happens in writing – the scene has become so much more than I envisaged. Lena’s sketches have become her granddaughter’s roadmap to Paris. They also suggest the struggles Lena had in not only learning to sketch but learning her way around Paris.
Here is a little snippet of the chapter so far:
‘The next sketch, now that I study it, is much more accomplished than the previous one. “What a marvellous looking building,” I say of a quaint little house surrounded by taller buildings.
“I doubt whether it is there any more. Haussmann probably had it demolished.”
“Oh, Darling, I don’t want to talk about that bureaucrat. But I lived near there. That is Rue Saint Hilaire.”
Rue Saint Hilaire I repeat to myself and then move to the next sketch by Nana’s big window. It is of an amazing medieval building, possibly a grand house, studying the bas reliefs between the windows, set seemingly into the stonework of the building.
“Hotel Colbert. But you couldn’t stay there.”
“It was a private mansion.”
I’m about to ask Nana to explain but she waves a dismissing hand at me.
“I could feel that it wouldn’t be there for much longer so I sketched it but waited until I could do it justice. It was my second last sketch of Paris.”’
And now I’m off to find that tenth sketch. Happy researching peeps!