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Creating a fictional character is something of a mad science. You feel a little bit like Victor Frankenstein at times, looking down at your patchwork creation that is a little bit of one thing you've seen, a little bit of another. You see some of your friends in this character, some of your enemies, something you saw on TV or read in a book. Your character becomes what you want it to be, and sometimes what you don't. But in the end, this character is yours. You can do what you'd like with them to a degree.  Writing about an actual person might just be a lesson in futility, in comparison. I sometimes wonder if it's easier for some people than others, writing out detailed biographies and combing through letters and records in musty libraries and archives. In this case, there's some line to follow that's been set out long before you even began your work. There's a timeline, although not always definitive, and there's major events throughout the timeline t

I'm not exactly a diary-keeper by nature. I can attest to that by the dozens of abandoned journals and diaries of various quality that I didn't even fill a quarter of the way. And while blogging and keeping a diary aren't exactly the same thing, I'm still wondering if I can keep up a blog any better than I could actually sit still long enough to write even one page in a journal. Here's to hoping. If all else, here's to a memorial to procrastination. Anyway, aside from a disclaimer about my utter lack of commitment to anything ever, this blog is kind of a storage place (at least in intention) for writing purposes, storage of all things historical, and a musing platform. If it can fulfill even one of these purposes, I'll actually find it in myself to be proud of it. I write fiction of several stripes, I'm an archaeology student, and I can't keep my head quiet for two minutes. You would think blogging would come naturally to me in this case, but it does