Yes, I know. Some of you love it. In fact, some of you love it more than the actual writing of the story. You could spend hours soaking in a tub of it, picking up puffs of information like so many clusters of bubbles in a bath.
I am not one of you. Not even close, but I can't think of a novel I've written which didn't require it. Whether or not the research came from life experiences in a particular field or hard-fought-for interviews with professionals or stacks of reference books or hours mesmerized by a computer screen, research is integral to presenting fiction. The irony isn't lost on me. We gather as much truth as we can to make our fabricated stories believable. Yup, that's us. Or we are that. Or authors. Whatever.
So. I've been blessed with multiple email conversations with our local film critic. I've spoken personally and online with an architectural designer. I'm blessed to communicate with a detective in an adjacent city. And I spent 30+ years in horse racing which is precisely why I could write a comprehensive novel centered on the track and why I'm placing my current WIP back at the track. Because I know it.
When the research comes up lacking, when the errors throw you out of the story, when the assumption is made that it won't matter, when the author and/or editor is in over his/her head . . .
Need I say more?
Father, please lead me. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

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