A meandering thought…What is a writer to do when, in the midst of the Patriot Act, people who check out certain kinds of books are (by law) reported to the federal government? Today I’m researching Slavic myth, Pirates, Highwaymen, and 11th century Constantinople, but every once in a while I need something that comes in one of those grey areas. (Admittedly, my last bit of weirdness was figuring out how to use 17th century materials to patch up a sucking chest wound, after a hysterical bartender tried to shove a stake through the main character’s heart…What about next time, though? Assassins, for instance, use poisons.) How to go to the library without becoming public enemy number 6,587,326?
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