The Joy of... Research?

I met a guy named Joy actually... but that is probably a story for another time entirely.

Today my topic is research; that idea of going through mounds of general, sometimes random, information for that one piece of knowledge that will make your story come together, or so you hope. Or so I hope, to be perfectly honest.

Although I like the idea of making up my own world and my own society completely from scratch, I realize that there is no real point in re-creating the wheel unless I have tons of time on my hands. Which I do not. I have a story to tell, and it involves things that I really don't know much about.

So I am doing research. Reading books that, in my opinion shouldn't have been published, and reading books that are so old that the grammar rules aren't the same as they are today. I'm wading through history, with my net at the ready.

I already have two fish in a cooler; good color, firm flesh, no parasites in the gills. But the morning is still cool, and I'm not tired yet, so I'm continuing on.

Feel free to join me. The bugs aren't bad at all.