This isn’t really news to anyone who knows me, but…

I am an odd duck. I am easily amused by the strangest things; I’m easily entertained (a family friend once proclaimed that my entire family could keep themselves busy for at least a few hours with nothing more than a piece of string and a pan of dishwater); my mind goes leaping willy-nilly from thing to thing.

I am also not the world’s biggest fan of organized religion, for reasons which don’t need exploring at this juncture. I have this Thing for liturgy, though–probably related to the way in which my Virgoan desire for order manifests itself–and I’m pretty cool with the liberal end of the Anglican communion. I like rites and rituals and things done according to schedules and tables and things like that. (I’m happy to let other people do the math, though.)

I’ve tried working faith into stories before, but it hasn’t quite worked out — no one ever felt like they were being preached at (win), but it also contributed nothing to the storyline (fail). This is where I’m going with this: I’ve started something new (I know, I know), and I’m basing most/all of the religious stuff on the Anglicans/Episcopalians. I’ll probably be taking some liberties, since it’s a paranormal/fantasy (I think? Maybe?), but otherwise… And the only people doing any preaching will likely be preaching to the choir. I’m also pretty sure you won’t have to have a Book of Common Prayer to follow the story — although now I’m having images of Rite II people getting into arguments with Rite I people… (“Stuffy old goats!” “Hippies!”)

It never ends. (Or: A Peek Into How My Mind Works)

In the course of Tristan making a joke about Bastille Day, I thought I’d better double-check to make sure I had my dates/events straight in my head. Lucky me, the whole storming-the-Bastille thing took place in 1789.

Wait, 1789? I went scrambling off, thinking I was going to have to be concerned about getting Tristan’s escape from the French Revolution just right, and then I suddenly realized that it would have been over– No. I just checked. Crap! The Revolution wasn’t over until Napolean showed up in 1799. Argh.

I go from one war to another. If Tristan is (15-16, 16-17, 17-18) when he leaves for and then arrives in the nascent US, then he was born, let’s see, he gets there in 1814, so if his birthday was somewhere between the middle of January and the middle of April, then he’d have been born anywhere from 1797-1799. Which means that no matter how you slice it, depending on where he was born, there’s going to be war and bloodshed in the kid’s surroundings. (And now I’m wondering what I did with my copy of the Les Mis soundtrack. I was actually exposed to it via my high school choir director, who gave us a medley of Do You Hear The People Sing and…one of the sad ones, I think the one about the castle in the sky, to sing.)

And all of this over a joke. I still don’t know what the most common breed of draft horse was in the US at the time, either.

Edited to add: AND I just found out that one of the things that happened during the French Revolution was that the whole master-apprentice thing got tossed out. Anyone could join a trade as long as they got the right license. *Grumble* *Blink* But that doesn’t mean that people forgot about it, and it doesn’t mean that it actually happened overnight… And besides, Tristan’s parents wanted him away from certain “undesirable elements” anyhow, so it all works out. Okay, then.

Second Edit: Hm. Upon noting that France went to war with Austria (who was then supported by the Prussians), about the time that a 17-18-year-old Tristan would have been born… I’m about ready to throw up my hands and decide to move the Dupont family to Spain or Belgium or something. (Aaaaand now that I think of it, since the US didn’t want anything to do with French or British imports, it would probably be easier on Tristan if he boarded a Belgian/Dutch ship and sailed off, instead of having to do the whole Spain-Florida-Louisiana thing. Hmm.)