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Just finished a story that uses characters from my novel, one of three or four I've planned. Carol Winter: The Expanded Universe. This one is about her grandmother, who married a Winter and went from Montreal to Manitoba and back again, but it's set mostly in Germany in 1997.
It has a flashback to a thing I stumbled on in Wikipedia: "If Day," which was a fake Nazi invasion of Winnipeg in 1942, made to raise money for Victory Bonds. That was so weird I had to include it, though I felt unsure about setting the story IN that time, anxious I'd get things wrong. So it's a flashback, not long: Patty, Tamra's sister in law, drives her into town to see the show. Apparently, Patty thinks this is a way to comfort someone who's recently had a stillbirth and whose husband is away training to fight in the war. Tamra looks up at the staged plane fight, gets dizzy, and faints.
This is due to low iron levels, not anxiety. But Tamra, in 1997, *is* anxious: she's scheduled to visit a place she dreads and here's this "medium and fortune teller" striking up a conversation with her, offering a free palm reading. She takes it, but gets annoyed at his obvious trickeries, at the way he wants to reduce her experience to things he's familiar with.
But I'm doing this to her too; in limited third-person, she experiences at least three things familiar to me: farting, getting scammed, and recalling her existential dread at the concept of eternity.
Oh yes, and guilt. Here it's not a huge thing, it's more guilt at being selfish and thinking the worst of others, which leads to compensatory over-trusting.
(This is something like 3,700 words - 13 pages in my program. Anyway, I mentioned it in progress_report for the progress, but now I need to progress to sleep.)
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