This weekend’s OH, CRAP!!! moment
I spent the better part of Saturday either in Savannah or in a bus going to or from Savannah. The Things’ Sunday school class took a trip there to see one of the oldest synagogues in the US. It also houses one of the oldest Torahs on US soil. It was pretty darn cool seeing all the Jewish artifacts from the late 1800s.
While I was in Savannah, we took a stroll down the Savannah river. And then it hit me. I have characters from Savannah in my Cowboy and Doctor books. In the Cowboy one, a character sits on a beach and watches a lighthouse. I knew I did my research when I wrote it, but I didn’t see any beach. Or a lighthouse. I started panicking.
I’m going to have to rewrite my story. What the hell was I thinking? There’s no sand here! *breathe* *breathe* Okay, no big. I’ll just fix it and tell my editor, right? No problem. Nooooooooooo problem at all.
A day later, I remembered that scene took place in South Carolina, not Savannah. RELIEF!
Yeah. That’s something I don’t ever want to repeat.