I’m up to 40,000 words in NaNoWriMo. As I moved my story along from the Atlantic Ocean to Chicago, I realized I’d have to change a big part of it. My characters have been singing in bars. Well, today it dawned on my feeble brain that DUH! Once I got them to the USA, I had a problem. BIG one. PROHIBITION! Started in 1919. So, now we have to move to a speakeasy. Then the whole gangster thing came to mind. This story keeps going off in all kinds of crazy directions. I mean, who knew my male main character was going to write a suicide letter yesterday? Good thing I have all this crazy trivia hidden in my psyche- I’m glad it came to the fore today and not too late. That’s one reason I hesitated to do a historical. I love history but I’m paranoid about getting a detail wrong. Maybe my brain can keep me on target. MAYBE!