Life

Adventures in Plumbing

My plumbing has now been fixed, and it was definitely an adventure in owning an older home. The plumbing setup in this house is rather interesting, and even the plumber couldn’t be sure if it was an afterthought, if the house had been built without indoor plumbing and the plumbing added later or if it was built with plumbing but the plumbing was replaced/upgraded along the way. The house is from 1945, so you’d think there would be indoor plumbing by then, and it’s surrounded by older houses, so it’s one of the “new” houses on my block, but that’s a borderline time when it all depends on the budget of the person who built the house and how far out the city water had come by then. Now I’m considered on the edge of downtown, but this would have been “suburbs” in 1945. My house is on what used to be a large farming estate that was gradually sold off, but was one of the last lots sold, as the original manor house for the estate is three doors down. At one time, this was considered the country, but there are houses from the late 1800s and early 1900s surrounding my block, with the houses on my block (aside from the 1850s or so manor) mostly from the 1930s.

The problem turned out to be the bathtub drain that was connected badly with too short a pipe used as a connection between pipes, and whoever installed that had tightened it too much, probably to stop it from leaking, but that ended up breaking the washers, so it leaked even more. It probably didn’t show up on the inspection or in the first few months I lived here because it was holding, but with use that short pipe slid deeper into the connection, creating a gap. Of course, the part that had to be replaced was in the one spot that was hard to access. I was impressed that there was no swearing from the plumber as he stood on a stepstool in the basement and angled a wrench in to try to get it loose. There was some coaxing, and possibly a magic spell or two, as well as I think a few prayers, but no bad language. He was worried he’d have to cut out other pipes to access this part and then replace those pipes, but he managed to pull it off the “easy” (and less expensive) way. He was a little amazed at the “creativity” of some of the plumbing. It’s a good thing I’ve found a good plumber because I might need more help in the future. A lot of it looks like it was replaced when the house was restored, but this part looked like it was older. Not too old — it was PVC tubing, so that wasn’t from 1945 — but not done earlier this year. It might have been a relic from the previous owner, who also did some of the creative work to add central air and heat. I’ve thought it was weird being able to see all the plumbing from the house from the basement, but if this had happened in my house in Texas, they’d have had to cut into drywall.

Speaking of Texas, the Texas connection continues, as the plumber had also lived in the Dallas area. He knew my old neighborhood, and I knew of the place where he used to be a bartender.

Watching the plumber persuade the connections to loosen gave me the idea of a story about a plumbing wizard. That seems to me to be an appropriate use of magical power. Now I need to think of a plot.

And now I’m off to have an Autumn Adventure. I have a general idea of where to go and a paper map to back up the map on my phone that links to my car (since cell coverage can be spotty). I’m packing a lunch, bringing my hiking boots and heading into the western mountains, where fall color is supposed to be at its peak today and tomorrow. I’m also bringing my notebook, in case ideas strike me.

Life

Hiking Close to Home

Tomorrow is publication day for Weaving & Wyverns, book 4 in the Tales of Rydding Village series. I will be celebrating by waiting for a plumber, since I noticed something that seems to be a leak in a pipe. Fortunately, all the plumbing in this house is grouped together in the basement and the pipes are exposed, so it should be easy to get to them. There’s even a removable panel in the room behind the shower to get to those pipes. I hope it’s an easy fix. But while I’m waiting during the appointment window, I’ll be able to obsessively check my Amazon ranking. Normally, I try to get out of the house on release day so I don’t get weird and obsessive about it. Maybe the plumber will get here early in the window and finish early, so I can then celebrate the rest of the day.

Yesterday, I took my notebook and a lunch in my backpack and walked to a nearby park to do some hiking and brainstorming. The park is about a 10-minute walk from my house, and it’s the more “wild” of the big city parks. There are sports fields, playgrounds, tennis courts, and a swimming pool, but those are around the base of the hill at the center of the park. The hill has been left forested, with hiking paths winding through the forest around the hill. The top of the hill has a nice picnic area with a view of the mountains.

When I visited the area before moving here, I’d thought I’d rather live close to the “nicer” city park than to downtown because I’d want to go walking more often than I’d want to go downtown. I’d picked out the general area where I wanted to live, and that was where I got an apartment. Living there for a while turned out to be a good idea because that park isn’t great for walking. There are no dedicated walking paths, just what used to be a carriageway through the park that’s now a street, and walkers have to share the street with cars. That’s also where all the big special events like festivals, art fairs, and outdoor concerts are held. It’s a very pretty park, but living nearby can be loud. And it turns out that I go downtown quite a bit.

I ended up buying a house in a totally different neighborhood than I planned, and that turned out to be a good move because I’m still about a 20-minute walk from that park for going to festivals and concerts, but I’m 10 minutes from both downtown and the park that’s actually good for walking. I have good hiking trails in walking distance of my house. You can almost forget you’re in a city, but since the park is in a city, I don’t have to worry about bears (at most of the hiking areas around here, there are signs at the parking lots about what to do about bears) or getting lost. There may be times you don’t know exactly where you are on a trail, but all the trails will eventually lead you to a parking lot, picnic area, or park road, and you can’t go all that far in any direction without coming out of the woods. There’s one trail that does a lot of winding around the hill just to give you a little more distance, but it intersects with other trails that are more direct and with some of the frisbee golf holes that will also get you out of the woods. But you still feel like you’re in the wilderness (unless a train goes by on the tracks that run alongside the park).

I got some good brainstorming done sitting at the picnic area on top of the hill. With no Internet access, my only distraction was the view of the mountains, and then I got some quality thinking done while walking back down the hill and walking home. I need to get in better shape by doing that more often. Then I might be more up to “real” hiking. There’s a local hiking group I’d like to get involved with, but I need to build up to the kind of hiking they do.

So anyway, Weaving & Wyverns tomorrow. I hope you enjoy it. I have so much fun writing these books.

My Books

Pre-order Weaving & Wyverns

Weaving & Wyverns, the fourth book in the Tales of Rydding Village series, is now available for pre-order, and will be released October 16. It’s available at most of the major online booksellers. You can get links, as well as a universal book link for any other booksellers that might be available, on the book’s page.

There will be a paperback, but they don’t allow pre-orders on those, so that will be going live later.

Audible hasn’t yet decided about continuing the series. I guess they’re still not sure how well the first two books are doing, so if you want audio, you might want to request it from them.

I have more books planned. Right now, I have ideas for at least four more stories in that setting, but more keep coming up. I have a lot of fun playing in this world, and it helps that there are new main characters in each book, so it’s both familiar and new. I get to return to my old friends and make new friends by creating new characters. That keeps me from getting bored or burned out. I’m hoping to start mixing in some other books while continuing this series.

My current plan is to have the next book released sometime next summer. I’m trying to be better about sticking to a plan and working farther ahead. It will help that I shouldn’t be moving next year. After moving twice in the past two years, I’m finally settled.

After the book’s been released and everyone has had time to read it, I have some fun details about the inspiration behind it to share.

In other news, the Cozy the Day Away Sale is back this weekend, and I’ve put Tea and Empathy and Interview with a Dead Editor on sale. If you’re an Enchanted, Inc. (or maybe Rebel Mechanics) person and haven’t tried these series, this is your chance. The sale is on Saturday and Sunday, Oct. 11-12. When it goes live, you’ll be able to find it here.

 

exploring

Festival Season

It’s festival season around here, with all the various small towns (there are no big cities in this general region) having festivals every weekend. You could hit several in one day and still have to choose which ones to go to and which ones to pass on this year. I love the idea of fall festivals, so I get excited about going.

And then I get there and find that it’s actually just shopping. A “festival” is basically an open-air shopping mall with food trucks and maybe some music. Sometimes you even see the same vendors week after week at the different festivals. You’d think I’d have figured this out by now, but I still get excited about the idea of a fall festival. It sounds so quaint and romantic.

I went to one last weekend that was huge. The town is pretty small, and the entire downtown area was filled with those pop-up gazebo things and people selling their wares. There were lots of wood carvers selling cutting boards and decorative items, quilters selling various quilted things, metal work, soaps and other body products, plants, toys, etc. I did find an interesting item for a gift (so I’ve made a start on Christmas shopping), but it was hot and I was tired, so I didn’t linger to find the entertainment they supposedly had (I just saw a guy in a leather kilt playing the violin, but I don’t know if he was official entertainment or merely amusing himself). I was basing my plans on another festival I went to last year, where you could just pop in and out, but this thing was huge. You had to park at the high school on the edge of town and ride a school bus to the festival itself. I left my house after lunch, and it took me half an hour to get to the town, then half an hour to park, wait for the bus, then ride the bus to the festival, and then the driver said the last bus was leaving at 4, so I only had an hour and a half for the festival (and from what I’ve seen online, it was good that I left when I did because they ended up having big lines and long waits for shuttle buses at the end of the festival). It was a really neat little town, so I may go back when they’re not having a festival to take a look at it.

Now I’m trying to decide what to do this weekend. There’s a festival I went to last year on the border with West Virginia. The festival itself wasn’t much, but there were things going on in the surrounding area, and the scenery was fantastic, so I may head over there on Friday, and this time I’ll go over the border so I can add another state to my list. I didn’t find the apple cider donuts and the syrup mill last year, but now I have a better idea where they are. There’s also an arts festival at another nearby town on Saturday, but it looks like it might be a bit overwhelming. I may stay closer to home and do some activities in my town. There’s a concert taking place downtown on Saturday afternoon. Or there’s a ranger-led nature hike at a state park about an hour from here. That will have to depend on the weather.

The trees started changing colors in August but have stalled out since then. We’ve got a potential freeze alert for tomorrow morning, which might escalate things. Next weekend is probably closer to peak color here, so I’ll have to plan a drive on the Blue Ridge Parkway. There’s so much fall to pack into just a few weeks.

Books

Franchise Creep

One of the latest issues coming up in the book world is fan fiction being sold and promoted as such by major publishers. Fan fiction is stories fans write using characters from existing works or set in those worlds, and authors writing fan fiction isn’t at all new. Many authors get their start in writing with fan fiction, whether actually writing it or just making up stories or playing out scenarios in their heads. The impulse to write often comes from reading or watching something and wanting either to fix it or to explore that world further. That leads to learning how to write and plot, which leads to writing their own stories. Sometimes a story that starts as fan fiction may get developed to the point it’s no longer actually fan fiction but is about original characters in an original world, or the author may be inspired by a character from another world and base an original character somewhat on that character, but with the author’s own spin. You’d only know the origins of the story if the author told about it or if you knew both the author’s interests and the fictional world that inspired them very well.

My first deliberate attempt at writing was something that spun off from mental fanfic. I’ve always entertained myself by making up stories in my head, often based on whatever TV show, book, or movie I was obsessed with at the time. Since there was only one girl in Star Wars, the girls in the neighborhood fought over who got to be Leia when we played Star Wars, and those who didn’t win had to make up their own characters. I had a lot of mental stories about my character, and along the way the stories focused so much on her and less on the Star Wars universe that they became original stories, and I then realized that if I wrote down these stories, I would have a book. I never actually finished that book because I was good at coming up with characters and situations but didn’t yet know how to plot a book, so I had a fun chapter one and nothing much more. I’m sure there are a lot of other authors who’ve done similar things. I know of a few works that started as something connected to another fictional universe, but I don’t know how open those authors are about it (some of it came up in personal conversations), so I’m not going to name names here.

What’s different is that now not only are the authors being open about the origin of their works that started as fan fiction, but the publishers are promoting these books as being essentially fan fiction, actually naming the characters and series they’re based on. That already happened with Fifty Shades of Grey starting as Twilight alternate universe fan fiction (putting the characters into different lives), but I don’t think the publisher actually pushed that connection. It was an open secret, but the publisher wasn’t promoting it with “It’s Twilight, but what if Edward was a kinky billionaire and Bella was a grad student.” Now there have been a number of books that started as fan fiction that changed the character names and details of the world and are now being published as original books, with the publisher actually promoting the fact that they’re really about those other characters, targeting fans of the original series.

I’m not going to get into the legality or ethics of that. My concern is that it’s extending the growth of the “franchise” mania to books. It’s already getting to the point that it’s nearly impossible these days to get a movie made that isn’t part of some franchise. It’s either a sequel or a remake of something that’s already been a hit or it’s based on something else, like a comic book, novel, or videogame. Books, at least, had to be original. There were tie-in novels, of course, but you don’t break in with those. Those are things that established authors get chosen to write. But are we getting to the point where your book has to be connected (although unofficially) to some established franchise in order to get it published? It used to be that if you submitted a book to a publisher and said that it was really about Han and Leia from Star Wars, even if they have different names and the names of the places are different, it would be an automatic rejection. Now that seems to be what they’re looking for, something they can market as being for fans of those other series.

I haven’t read any of the books in question, but the reviews I’ve seen mention that they don’t make a lot of sense out of context unless you’re reading them with fan fiction in mind because they’re so based on that other world that you have to know the original characters and their backstories from that original world for the story to make any sense. If you don’t know it’s fan fiction and aren’t familiar with the source material, the stories don’t work.

I haven’t tried to publish traditionally in a long time, but I hate the idea that in order to sell a book, I’ll have to write the story in which Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor actually survive the battle and run off together to fight in the Rebellion, but just changing their names and fudging the details enough to not be a trademark violation.

Actually, I’d love to write that story, and I might weave something similar to the concept into my own original world, but if I do it right, no one will know that’s where I got the idea. By the time I’ve developed the characters and their world, with a history for the conflict they’re fighting in and a fleshed-out setting, there will only be the tiniest seed of the original idea left. I just don’t want to get to the point where you can’t sell a book without it being fan fiction with the serial numbers filed off enough to appease the lawyers, while still being obvious enough that the publisher can market it to those fans. Even if we can’t get original movies or TV, we should be able to get books that aren’t part of a franchise.

Books

The Bookshop

This weekend I went to a talk on the history of bookselling in the United States, given by Evan Friss, author of The Bookshop: A History of the American Bookstore (a book on the topic), and it brought up so many thoughts. He led into the talk by telling about a particular bookstore that sounds pretty much like the Central Casting vision of a bookstore, all cozy and quaint, run by friendly people, with customers and staff who are like a community, the staff knowing the customers’ tastes and knowing books well enough to recommend just the right book to them. He talked about how there’s an emotional bond between customers and bookstores in a way that there isn’t with other retail, like hardware or grocery stores. After his book was published, he got a lot of letters from people telling him about their local bookstores (dismayed that he hadn’t mentioned them).

I realized while listening to his talk and seeing the pictures he showed of bookshops, that, as much as I love the idea of that kind of bookstore, I haven’t really had that kind of relationship with a bookstore. The closest may have been a used bookstore in the city near where we lived when I was in high school. That area was something of a book desert when I was a teenager, which was a huge culture shock to me (we moved there just before I started high school). The small town we lived just outside of didn’t have a library at that time. The school library was pretty much pointless. Of course, there was no bookstore. I don’t think we even got Scholastic book orders (we definitely didn’t have a book fair). We eventually found that we could buy a membership in a nearby town’s library, which was better than nothing. In the nearby city, there was a B. Dalton in the mall, where you could get current releases and bestsellers and a small selection of mass-market paperbacks. And there was a pretty big used bookstore.

Up until around the time I graduated from high school, it was located in an old strip mall. It occupied a couple of the storefronts, and they seem to have also moved into what would have been the back part of one of the shops. That meant there were multiple rooms, with little passageways and steps in between sections. It was the kind of bookstore where you could easily get lost, possibly even find yourself in a magical realm. The man who ran it looked like Santa Claus, but sometimes his wife (who would have made a good Mrs. Claus) was working. I don’t recall it being the kind of bookstore where the booksellers knew their customers’ tastes and hand-sold books or made recommendations. They did know their customers, but they let customers browse on their own and make their own discoveries. The shop was near the hospital district, so whenever I went to the doctor and found that I would have to stay home from school, we’d make a stop at the bookstore on the way home to stock up on reading material. I remember one time when I’d completely lost my voice due to a tracheal infection and was being sent home to rest after seeing the doctor, we stopped for books, and I found a book that was a sequel to one I’d read, but the only copy they had was a trade paperback, which was out of my price range. I was disappointed, but then Mrs. Claus declared that it had water damage and marked it down.

It probably did have some water damage, as the old strip mall was located just under a hill and tended to flood. Late in my senior year of high school, they got a new building in a different part of town. It was nicer, but it was less convenient and less atmospheric. I understand it closed a few years ago. The owner died, and the people who took it over said they weren’t getting in a lot of books. I guess the rise of e-books meant a decline in books being sold to used bookstores.

I know we’re supposed to hate the big chain stores, but I loved it when Barnes & Noble came to town. They felt like cozy bookstores, with their big, comfy chairs, but they were big enough to have a lot of stuff. And they had coffee shops! I don’t like coffee, but I really tried so I could properly hang out in a B&N cafe. I used to take my copyedits for the first few Enchanted, Inc. books to my neighborhood B&N to review. I could spread out on a cafe table, have a cup of tea, and it was near the reference section in case I needed to look something up. Alas, that store got closed down and later demolished so they could expand the nearby Kroger.

Now, I live in a town with one of those “right out of a movie” bookshops. It’s in an old downtown shop, complete with the display window in front and wood floors, but I don’t spend a lot of time there. Mostly, I don’t have room for more books in my house. I mostly get my books from the library or as e-books. I only buy print books I’ve already read and know I want a “keeper” copy of. Books are too expensive for me to do my exploring in a shop rather than a library.

A quaint Victorian small-town Main Street. To the right, there's a small storefront with display windows and a sign hangs overhead showing a dragon curled up on a stack of books.
You can see the town’s bookstore to the right. Doesn’t it look like just the right shop for that setting?

However, our library is also pretty atmospheric. It’s in an old (early 1900s) elementary (or possibly junior high) school building, with those front steps like in movie schools, tall windows, and the wooden floors on the main level. When you go up and down the stairs between levels, you can almost hear the ghost footsteps of kids running up and down the stairs.

I’ll have to read this book about bookstores when I finish my current stack of books. It sounds like good cozy fall or winter reading.

Life

Easy Time

I’ve finished work on Rydding Village book 4, Weaving and Wyverns. I’m just waiting on a cover, which is supposed to come in the next few days.

Now I’m going to get to do what I’ve been saying I want to do for years: take October off. I won’t be entirely off, but I won’t be doing work that chains me to my desk at my favorite time of year. I’m not going to be writing a first draft, editing, or proofreading. I’ll mostly be doing some planning, plotting, and brainstorming for future projects. I also have some business and promotional work I need to do and some projects I want to get started in that area. But the working time will be flexible. I’m allowing myself to take time off. If it’s a lovely day and I want to go for a hike, I will. If it’s a cool, rainy day, I’ll spend the day baking and curled up on the sofa with a book. There are a couple of day trips I want to take. There’s an old logging train in West Virginia that now does excursions into the mountains, and I want to do that. I also want to visit Monticello. On weekends, there are so many festivals around the area to visit.

I guess I need to work on the house, as well. I need to organize the basement, and now that things aren’t growing so furiously, I might be able to catch up on getting rid of weeds in my yard. I’d like to unearth the fire pit so I can have a real bonfire night or two. Right now, it’s full of weeds.

But this weekend will mostly be for rest. This morning I had a meeting in a nearby town and did some shopping while I was there. I may hit the community garden market later in the afternoon and try to time it to coincide with the steam train that will be coming by. Saturday is supposed to be cool and rainy, and I’m going to spend a very lazy day with tea and books.

movies, fantasy

Returning to The Hobbit

Earlier this week, it was Hobbit Day, the anniversary of the original publication of The Hobbit. I decided to celebrate by watching the 1977 animated TV movie version. For one thing, it’s about the only incarnation of the story you can get through in under an hour and a half, but for another, it was in some ways my introduction to that universe and even to fantasy fiction.

I was in elementary school then, and my teacher would read a chapter from a book to us every day after recess, I guess as a way of settling us all down. As the airing of the TV movie approached, she read The Hobbit. I recall there were some other linked lessons that tied it into the curriculum, but I don’t remember details about them. I did as I always did when she read us a book and got impatient with the chapter-a-day pace, checked the book out of the library, and read it much faster so that I was done well before the class was. When the TV movie came on, I told my parents that it was homework, so I had to watch it.

A stone coaster with the original illustrated cover of The Hobbit on it.
The edition my teacher read looked like this, so when I saw a coaster of it, I had to get it.

I didn’t remember much about the movie itself, not even whether I liked it or how I thought it compared to the book. I was in the midst of Star Wars mania at the time, so I don’t think it registered too much. It was a brief diversion from all things Star Wars, and I wasn’t interested if there weren’t spaceships and laser swords. I was too young for The Lord of the Rings at that time, so I’m not sure where else I could have gone with it if I had really gotten into The Hobbit and wanted more like it. I guess I could have found the Narnia books sooner (I had read The Horse and His Boy during my horse phase, but I read it more as a talking horse book than as a fantasy novel and didn’t know it was part of a series). I was reading the Oz books around this time. I don’t think I’d yet figured out the concept of genre. I just read the books I liked that were about things I was interested in at that time. I hadn’t realized that there were categories of books that similar books fit into.

It was a couple of years later before I got into the Narnia books and from there spotted The Fellowship of the Ring in the library and remembered that this was a follow-up to that book I read before the TV movie came on. Then I went into a big fantasy phase that I’ve never quite come out of.

It was interesting to revisit the animated movie after all this time, after having seen the bloated epic saga of the live-action version and having read and re-read the books. In a lot of respects, the animated version is more faithful to the book than the live-action version was. It doesn’t contain a lot of made-up stuff that isn’t in the book. It does skip some things, but I think it’s proof that they could have done a faithful adaptation in around two hours. I think Tolkien would have approved of all the insertions of folk-style songs into the soundtrack, though he might have been baffled by the disco synth sounds that often came up in the score, especially for action scenes.

If you’ve got kids you want to introduce to that universe, this would be a good option. They skim over any serious violence, like zooming out and showing dots on a map as a way of depicting the battle, and it’s very much done as though aimed at kids, focusing on the stuff kids would find interesting. It’s also a fun watch for adults who want to reset their brains after the live-action attempt at this story. Their Smaug and Gollum are a bit of a letdown compared to the live-action versions. They have a very different take on the wood elves and the dwarfs than we get in live action (no hot young dwarfs). On the other hand, their trolls look a lot more like the traditional Scandinavian depictions, and I like their take on the goblins. It is very, very 70s, so depending on your age it may be a blast from the past or so retro that it’s a bit campy.

writing life

The Rest of the Year

This week, I’ve been working on the “make the words pretty” pass of Weaving and Wyverns, book 4 of the Tales of Rydding Village series. That’s when I read the book out loud, performing it as though I’m recording an audio book. It’s a great way to catch awkward phrasings and to make sure I’m really seeing what’s on the page, as opposed to what’s in my head. My audiobook narrators have said my books are easy for them to read, and it’s probably because I do it this way.

This is when I tend to find a lot of “why did I do that?” moments, where something doesn’t make sense to me and I don’t remember why I wrote it that way. If I have to read it several times to figure out what I meant, readers don’t stand a chance, so that means rewriting.

This is a pretty draining process because I’m not used to talking this much. I could barely sing during choir practice last night. My voice was pretty much shot. I’m taking breaks between chapters and drinking a lot of water, and I’m trying not to talk when I’m not reading the book.

I have one more pass, when I read the formatted book out loud to myself. That may happen next week, or I may hold it for the following week to give myself a bit of a break. And then the book will be ready to go.

After that, the rest of the year I’m planning to focus on thinking and preparation, getting some new promotional things going, and also giving myself some time off to enjoy the autumn. I scheduled in a week of vacation, but I may not take a whole week off. I may do it in smaller chunks. If it’s a really nice day, I may head to the Blue Ridge Parkway and do some hiking or visit an apple orchard. If it’s a cool, rainy day, I may spend the day baking, drinking tea, and reading. Otherwise, I’ve got an old book I wrote but never revised that I may take a crack at, and I want to do some planning/plotting for future books so I can dive right in next year. I’m going to try to schedule my days so I fit in fun around the writing, either getting the work done in the morning and playing or working in the yard in the afternoon or going exploring during the day and spending some time working in the evening.

But first, I have to get this book done and out into the world.

exploring

Weekend Retreat

I had a bit of a getaway last weekend, as my church and choir had a retreat up in the mountains. I made a day of the trip up there and stopped at the Virginia Museum of the Civil War, which is at the New Market battlefield. The museum is a bit weird. It’s run by the Virginia Military Institute, as VMI cadets played a role in the battle and a number died there, and it’s all very Lost Cause, with the focus on glory and valor, etc., and no mention of what they were actually fighting about. There was a film that showed what led up to the battle, the battle itself, and the aftermath, and the one section that acknowledged slavery was a thing seemed to have been edited. In the part showing how the people nearby were preparing for the battle that was going to take place around them, it showed the locals hiding valuables and taking shelter in basements, but then it showed an enslaved woman seeing the Union soldiers approaching, smiling and running, then it showed a really racist cartoon of a man reading the Emancipation Proclamation and a picture of Abraham Lincoln, but with no narration saying anything about these things (the rest of the film had narration explaining everything).

They preserved the farm where the battle took place, and I walked around the farm buildings and house, which were interesting in their own right. The battlefield was just a field, though it did give some sense of the scale. There was a walking trail going around all the key points in the battle, but it was pretty hot so I went back inside to look at the museum. Inside the museum, the exhibits mentioning anything to do with slavery or Black people were “under construction” with the explanatory plaques or photos missing (and those were the only ones that were being reworked, so it felt pretty deliberate). I left the museum angry and didn’t want to show up feeling that way at the retreat, so I stopped at a local potato chip factory I remembered being nearby. I missed getting to see the chips being made because they’d already stopped for the day, but they loaded me up with samples of all their flavors to try. I ended up buying some of the seasonal flavor they were only selling at the factory and a couple of other bags to bring to the retreat (and then there were so many snacks I never got them out, so now I have the Strategic Potato Chip Reserve).

The word "Love" is spelled out using cannon barrels, a wagon wheel, a V made out of battle flags, and an E made out of fence boards.
The fact that they used gun barrels to make the Virginia “Love” sign should have been a clue about what I’d find inside the museum.

As for the retreat, it was held in a place that used to be a Victorian spa resort. The main building was an old hotel that looked like something out of Somewhere in Time. My room was in another old hotel that was built in 1855. When I was out on the balconies with the rocking chairs and Adirondack chairs, I felt like I should be wearing a white dress and carrying a parasol. Inside was rather more spartan, since it is a religious retreat center. I spent most of the weekend doing choir rehearsals, but I did get to hike up the mountain (it’s the Appalachians, so it was just walking up a trail, not actual mountain climbing), and I got a short hike in the woods. We had campfires both nights. One night, the kids got really excited about toasting marshmallows and making s’mores, so the adults had s’mores chefs serving us. There were huge meals in the dining hall and I met a lot of interesting people, as well as getting to know the people I already knew better.

A Victorian hotel of white wood with green trim, and another larger one behind it. In the foreground is a small lake with the first building reflected in it.
The building in front was where my room was, and I got to spend a little time sitting on one of those balconies with a book.

I took the back roads home, so I got to do some fun mountain driving and saw some spectacular scenery, though there were some nervous moments because the road wasn’t labeled and I thought I’d made a wrong turn, and I was in an area with no cell signal, so my map barely worked (fortunately, I’d brought up the map while I had access to wifi in the main building, so I did have a map. I just didn’t have directions). I knew from my car’s compass that I was heading in the right direction, and I made it to the road I knew. When I got home and checked the map, I found that I’d been on the road I wanted to be on. The fall colors are starting to come out, so it looked like fall even though it was warm in the afternoons.

Trees in the foreground frame a view, with a distant ridge of blue mountains, and a closer ridge with the covering of trees visible.
Mountains! The view was worth the climb.

I shouldn’t have been too tired, since I went to bed at my usual time, but I was exhausted when I got home. I imagine it’s introvert drain. I’ve been very antisocial this whole week, which is helping.

I’m currently editing the fourth Rydding Village book, the pass when I read it out loud and make sure the words work. But when this book is done, I’ll be spending October doing a lot more driving around and looking at scenery.