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aeroport_artYou guys have been so good about goading me on for this period fic! I'm touched *wipes tear*. I know a noble author isn't supposed to care about audience much, but nobody can deny that it's a little more rewarding after a months-long project to have people see it, right? I think I'll start posting research-related entries; I feel like I'm out of the closet!
So I wound up chatting with my brother-in-law for hours yesterday--I knew he worked at an architecture firm in SF for a few years but it turns out it was at a preservation company...awesome. He knows everything there is to know about architecture in SF at the turn of the century (hell, he was the one to design and restore the Ferry building back to its 1880s glory). Basically, I just asked him stuff like "so where would a lawyer live" and he busted out all these old plans of his and google map, going off like "well the 1906 fire destroyed this part of the city, blah blah" or "the Hayes area would be good--not Golden Gate, everything west of that was boonies, everything south was warehouses, etc." Whatever, I had a ball talking shop with him (we're such nerds, seriously). Moral of the story: I've picked out a believable apartment building for Sam to live in, and it's still around these days (Ivy and Octavia, for any natives). Ava's alive in this fic, so I have her mansion too, in a perfectly upper-middle class residential area, on Vallejo; it's actually a building my brother-in-law restored as well, so he was way giddy. Seriously, you should've seen all the paperwork he was busting out XD If I wind up writing shit like "Ava reached up, placing her hat on the 2' x 4' mahogany shelf in her 8' tall plywood, steel-reinforced closet," you'll know why. And when that happens, I'm counting on my betas to smack it outta the story, hahaha.
I'm getting way too excited about this story for my own good >.> I hope it doesn't suck.
So I wound up chatting with my brother-in-law for hours yesterday--I knew he worked at an architecture firm in SF for a few years but it turns out it was at a preservation company...awesome. He knows everything there is to know about architecture in SF at the turn of the century (hell, he was the one to design and restore the Ferry building back to its 1880s glory). Basically, I just asked him stuff like "so where would a lawyer live" and he busted out all these old plans of his and google map, going off like "well the 1906 fire destroyed this part of the city, blah blah" or "the Hayes area would be good--not Golden Gate, everything west of that was boonies, everything south was warehouses, etc." Whatever, I had a ball talking shop with him (we're such nerds, seriously). Moral of the story: I've picked out a believable apartment building for Sam to live in, and it's still around these days (Ivy and Octavia, for any natives). Ava's alive in this fic, so I have her mansion too, in a perfectly upper-middle class residential area, on Vallejo; it's actually a building my brother-in-law restored as well, so he was way giddy. Seriously, you should've seen all the paperwork he was busting out XD If I wind up writing shit like "Ava reached up, placing her hat on the 2' x 4' mahogany shelf in her 8' tall plywood, steel-reinforced closet," you'll know why. And when that happens, I'm counting on my betas to smack it outta the story, hahaha.
I'm getting way too excited about this story for my own good >.> I hope it doesn't suck.
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Date: 2007-11-14 06:42 pm (UTC)Wee! I can't wait to read more.
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Date: 2007-11-14 07:02 pm (UTC)Indeed *__*
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Date: 2007-11-14 08:29 pm (UTC)<3
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Date: 2007-11-14 09:08 pm (UTC)lol
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