I've been working on my historical novel about smugglers. I have to keep reminding myself that this is fiction, and not a history book (thank you Stephen King for reminding me). Authentic details - such as the price of oatmeal and bar soap - should not take centre stage. No one is interested in reading two pages describing how sheep are sheared, or how barrels are made. In the meantime I'm actually excited as I write, as if I'm the reader not the writer (well, I guess I'm both).
I can't wait to find out what happens next?
I love it.