I’ve worked extremely hard this past four days to push the book forward into the last stage of draft one. Writing is a daunting task. The first draft can be a breeze because a writer’s brain is buzzing with characters, dialogue, and a storyline that needs to get down on paper before we forget it. However, that’s only the start.
Afterward, at least for me, comes the pain. The process of revisions and self-editing that can take time and tears. Then it’s off to the professional editor, to take the last pass before release, finding your goofs and stupid errors your eyes didn’t see the first time.
As I’m staring at the end of book one, I’m overwhelmed by the hours I’ve spent reading union news and testimony regarding the hooligans of the nineteenth century involved in the trade. I’ve found absolutely fantastic resources online through the British Newspaper Archives and Google Books, which contain the scanned text of trade reports and investigations dating back to the mid-1860’s.
Of greater concern, is the name of my second great grandfather that repeatedly came up in testimony as one of the regulars who went about enforcing the union rules, as they were, sometimes violently. He died in his early forties, which makes me wonder if his lifestyle contributed to his early demise.
Nevertheless, next post as I near the end, I’ll give you a short glimpse into the world of trade unions. Some of what you’ll read in Toil Under the Sun may surprise and sicken you, but the occurrences were taken from actual events. The names were changed to spare those involved and their ancestors. However, I felt it important to make this saga historically correct, including actual events, for my own sake and that of my readers.
Stay tuned as I look at the end of my first draft. Thankfully, no one will wallop me over the head with a brick after I’m finished. Apparently, a few watchmen of brickyards suffered that fate.
All my best, Vicki