Today I don’t want to write this story at all. It’s just that this real world crap, it takes its tribute. To create my own world I need a couple of months. Complete history for 1000 years, detailed map, kingdom relations, politics, history of each kingdom with names of the kings, princes, important noblemen, finances, culture, literature, theatre, down to the detailed biographies of every single person that appears in my story, deep insight view, character development through the story, and pretty much the plot of the story – that takes me about 4-5 months to create. The rest of the job is to simply write the story down. But here? I’m researching 11 months already. Only researching, nothing else. I have written one small chapter to try out how the world feels, but that was all. The rest of the time I was doing massive research. About werewolves, about France, about Bordeau, about everything. And the more I read, the more I find things I don’t know yet and have to read up. It’s so much easier and more pleasant to make this stuff up than to hope that I got it right from someone else’s books. This is my first real story that I place in the real world and take real people. And I don’t know if I ever want to do that again. I did, however, spend a massive amount of time with this one, so it would be a great shame not to write it anymore. So… Oh, damn. I don’t know. The research part of the writing is really fun, and I do love Henry IV, medieval times, I even have nothing against France. But damnit, it’s mind-numbing. I have read somewhere, some other writer say: “I had to realise the hard way that to write a historical novel you don’t have to know EVERYTHING about the era you write about.” I do keep that in mind as I work, but damn, I have to know at least SOMEthing, right? ANd it isn’t like I know nothing right now, but is it enough? Can I ever tell if it’s enough?
