I have always considered myself as a lucky person. I seem to blunder through life with probably far too little thought about what I am doing, and where I am going, and still seem to end up landing on my feet, and finding that I have arrived at the best possible outcome.
I know that this could just be the result of me looking at the word through rose tinted spectacles, (and if that is the case, please don’t tell me – I like the view), but, yet again, I seem to have had a stroke of luck that has saved me a fair bit of work on my WIP that I would have had to do later, if I ever manage to get representation.
I tried to do some research on our nuclear defence in the UK. For obvious reasons, the information is virtually nonexistent. So, undeterred by the lack of information, I decided to make some logical deductions based on what I had managed to find. My reasoning went that my YA readers would be unable to find out any more information than I had, and for the purpose of the story, it seemed credible enough.
So far, so good, you might think. I was feeling quite pleased with the story. I passed a synopsis to my writing group, and it turned out that one of the members has written military articles about this subject! I had been completely off track with my assumptions. Luckily, he gave me a few pointers, and I now have a credible part to my story.
The question that I’m left with is...
Do you think that I was lucky that he knew exactly what I needed to know? Or do you think I am finding things that aren’t there?