I am having a heck of a time writing SciFi/Fantasy fiction right now. You see, my head is firmly stuck in the past. In fact, so much so, that several days ago I considered starting a new story for NaNoWriMo that was more suited to my thinking right now. Of course, I realized that that wasn’t the wisest of choices since November is already half over so I am still plugging away at my original choice…somewhat halfheartedly.
Unfortunately (but sometimes fortunately), I have one of those imaginations which is in a constant state of flux and greatly influenced by my day-to-day activities. I don’t watch very much TV but ever since signing up for a membership with Netflix, I have become (I’m loathed to admit it) a binge watcher. I find shows that pique my interest and if they hold it for more than two episodes, I’m off. One show which took me a while to get into, mainly because I wasn’t used to the slower pace, has taken up quite a bit of my time lately. Not only have I become accustomed to the pace and am able to focus on every wonderful moment, but I absolutely adore the characters. That show is called Foyle’s War and when it began, it was set in England during World War II. To be frank, I can’t get enough of it and have almost run out of episodes (all 8 seasons on Netflix) to my deep regret. I’m considering going back to watch the shows from the beginning again to catch anything I might have missed.
I know there were many things about the 1940’s which were not great. To name a few: living and trying to cope with all the effects of a brutal war was very difficult, dealing with disease and sickness, that we now have the cure for or have eradicated, was heartbreaking, labour was much more physically intense, and there were deplorable human rights (including the continued subjugation of women and Blacks). I think, however, we tend to romanticise it because it seemed that much more peaceful (ironically). Pace of life was slower (there’s something to be said for lack of technology), people were more civil to one another – and their use of language was impeccable, the clothes…yup the clothes…I’ve never been that superficial but you can’t help but notice that people attempted to look much more presentable back then, and people just seemed to have their priorities straight. I think I would do alright if you threw me back to that time – in fact, I invite it. Where are my time travelers?
The closest I ever got to time travelling was when I acted with the New Edinburgh Players (directed by Ingrid McCarthy) here in Ottawa. It was an absolutely thrilling experience – lots of hard work but so much fun. The first play I did was Enchanted April (pictured at the top – that’s me in the pink dress) in 2009 which was set in England and Italy in the 1920’s and the second was one called Busybody in 2011, set in the 1950’s in England (the original play was set in the 60’s but we changed it). What was my favourite part – aside from the actual performance? The clothes! Of course! In Busybody I had the opportunity to wear an authentic, crinoline lined, silk dress from the 50’s (pictured below). As you can see, in the photo of Enchanted April, the costumes were stunning. That photo, in fact, was my inspiration for this post today. One of the actors in the play (the fellow reclined) posted this on Facebook this morning. It took me right back to 2009 and then beyond – the 50’s, the 40’s, and the finally the 20’s.
I’m not entirely sure where I wanted to go with this post except to say maybe it’s high time for me to write a novel set back in one of the earlier decades of the 1900’s. Wouldn’t you think? As soon as my SciFi novel is done of course. Must. Stay. Focused. Have a wonderful weekend everyone. 🙂