Notes of Some Dweeb Off the Street

I recently moved one of my key settings to a specific place in New York.  The result was more positive than I’d expected.  The characters were working better, the plot was knitting itself together well.  Only a few more mere details needed smoothing out.  I decided to make a quick site visit to refresh my memory.  It would be a cinch.

Ah, beware those words.  If there is any aspect of writing that can be described as mere, only, quick, just, or a cinch, I have not yet made its acquaintance.

You see, my site visit proved to me that at least one of my details is rather vast.  An impregnable stone wall, actually. 

I mean that literally.  I found a giant stone wall which my heroes could certainly not have overlooked, leave alone climbed over.

Egad!  *headslap*

There was nothing for it but to case out the joint.  Get the real lay of the land.  Both public and private.  And as a bonus, gain access to a room that I suspected lay inside and hopefully the basement, too.

You might be sensing some of my minor issues here.  But add these two to the mix.

  1. I cannot dissemble.  Any emotion I feel, including discomfort with a lie, is instantly broadcast on my face in all known frequencies. 
  2. I cannot fathom myself asking for this information because “I’m writing a book.”  But how else can I gain the information I want?

So, robbed of both honesty and subterfuge, I spent about three hours trying to not look like I was scouting out the wall, trying to figure out how on earth my heroes could climb it.  And I tried not to look like I was counting the doorways at the entrance, peeking into alcoves or memorizing the layout.  This last is harder than it sounds; my sense of direction is apparently something I have devolved from.

One guard saw me so often, each time looking stunned to be entering the doorway I had appeared in, that we ended up chatting.  I considered this super until I realized that when I come back to case the joint again, he’ll recognize me.  I feel like a very sketchy sort.

Finally I found someone and asked straight out how to access that certain room, which was not only locked but also impossible to find.

“Do I have to be uber important or scholarly to get in there?” I asked.

The woman looked at me.  “No,” she answered, finally. “Sometimes they let other people in too.”

Yes!  I am an other person!

I have two numbers now to follow up on, but I’ve been dragging my feet.  Inevitably, they’ll ask me why I want to know these things, and what I’m looking for in that room. 

The truth is a lot easier to say when you’re not writing your first-ever book.  It’s much easier when you’re published and you can just be an author doing research.  (I imagine.)  But when you’re just some dweeb off the street….

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About sputnitsa

Born in the US, I grew up in Africa and the West Indies, and returned stateside in my teens. After a decade in international development, democracy work, and inclusivity training for domestic NGOs, I joined Peace Corps, and after a year, experienced my first Russian invasion. I followed that up by volunteering with refugees and youth, and after some vacation time climbing minarets and mountains, I returned to New York City, where today I work on social justice with college students, produce short films, and write.
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5 Responses to Notes of Some Dweeb Off the Street

  1. Beth says:

    Once you make friends with the security guards, you can get away with nearly anything. Like sprawling on your stomach in the middle of a national museum. 🙂

    • sputnitsa says:

      Now I have a vision of you crawling through the Uffizi like some sort of strange art boot camp 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

      Love it. I imagine though that you were sketching? (As opposed to “sketchy”?) 🙂 🙂 🙂

      • Beth says:

        Hehe. Drawing in the Uffizi during tourist season is more akin to battle! 😀

        I was drawing my midterm piece–a bust of Leopoldo II, one of the Grand Dukes. I didn’t have a big enough sketchbook to support it, so on the floor I went!

  2. Beth says:

    I probably will, once I get home. I need to do some touch ups and shoot it. 🙂

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