I am reviewing the draft of Rose November now and made some observations. One is that there are no weekends! The story covers the period of 2-3 weeks (with some excursions). In my review I’m in the seventh day with businesses open, salve schools in session, no breaks. For most of the rest of the story this won’t matter because all hell breaks loose and no one is working – Sunday and Monday don’t matter any more.
The main action is set in the fall of ’70, some weeks after the Weather Underground sprung Timothy Leery out of prison and days after Janis Joplin’s death. With the outline I had a pretty good idea of how many days passed, but I knew things would shift a little in writing the draft (the time it took for several of my characters to travel from Austin to San Francisco partly on foot and hitchhiking for instance). Writing the draft I didn’t want to tie myself to exact dates that would slow me down. Now, I need to fix it. I should fix it.
Part of me wonders if I can get away with it. Will anyone count the days? Will anyone notice that my Austin of 1970 is a place of perpetual work without break?
Perhaps it would be better if I had never found out. I could blissfully send out the story without knowing. Later I would have to make up an explanation that it was a parallel Austin with 9 days weeks, and that this was actually important to my story, because it showed the relativity of causality when viewing time from different vantage points.
It’s my world, why not?!