Road block
I've come to a bit of a road block on my present novel. Back around the start of it I went into a pretty sever depression: lost my sister and sold our ancestral home that my maternal grandmother built in 1915. Funny that I didn't realize what that house meant to me. Fortunately, I got out of that, finding a community here in Charlotte.
Now, I've written the fictional account of my father's family's emigration from Poland--at least up the part where they're on the train to Bremen, Germany. But I've found I need to go back to Poland to see what that trip might have looked like. Pictures on the internet just don't do the trick.
The complication at first was trying to navigate Rail Europe (they kept saying "that route not available.") So, I contacted a tour company called Kensington tours and told them what I was looking for. They said they'd get back to me with a package, but I've yet to hear from them.
Boy, writing something you know nothing about is a PAIN. I just hope when I finish it, it will have been worth it.
Now, I've written the fictional account of my father's family's emigration from Poland--at least up the part where they're on the train to Bremen, Germany. But I've found I need to go back to Poland to see what that trip might have looked like. Pictures on the internet just don't do the trick.
The complication at first was trying to navigate Rail Europe (they kept saying "that route not available.") So, I contacted a tour company called Kensington tours and told them what I was looking for. They said they'd get back to me with a package, but I've yet to hear from them.
Boy, writing something you know nothing about is a PAIN. I just hope when I finish it, it will have been worth it.
No comments have been added yet.
