I’m not a car person; I’m really not. If one drives by, I can tell you what colour it is, if it’s small or large or a convertible. That’s it. I might be able to identify it if it’s a Ford Focus wagon—that’s what I currently drive. I can also tell you that ten hay bales can be stuffed in the back and there’d still be room for one passenger.
I can distinguish between a car, a truck, a mini-van, a van and an SUV (although this seems to be getting harder each year). But I’ll be honest; I don’t take interest in details unless it’s something I’ve driven and loved.
Ah, my 1982 Ford F-150, midnight blue, 6-cylinder automatic…now, I can tell you all about that. I’ve been under the hood, on top of the engine and at the rear replacing a gas tank. I can tell you the ignition key didn’t unlock the doors or the glove compartment; you needed a second one for that. The locks were manual—you actually had to push them down, but you could also pull them up. You could unlock the vehicle from the driver’s side and the passenger side with the key!—something you can’t do in today’s vehicles.
Posted by Diane Tibert on July 11, 2012
I’ve always been interested in ancient ways. Thankfully, writing gives me the opportunity and the excuse to read about unusual things and explore them in ways that might make some people roll their eyes.
“It just research,” I said when I bought The Druid Magic Handbook.
Posted by Diane Tibert on March 28, 2011
Once Upon a Time, it was now . . .
I just finished reading The Art and Craft of Writing Historical Fiction by James Alexander Thom. The first part of the book was a little boring but surprisingly a pleasure to read. Does that make sense? Can something be a wee boring, still a pleasure?
Perhaps I felt a little bored because the first part of the book covered much of the same material I had read many times before: research, libraries, getting your hands on the documents, getting your facts straight, what is history, staying true to history . . .
Posted by Diane Tibert on March 24, 2011