Today I was writing when suddenly the Huguenots made an appearance.
My midwife said something like this: “My ma was a Roman Catholic, my pa of Huguenot ancestry.”
I had no intention of writing about this part of history – my setting for this part of the story is 1914. I did not realize I had been thinking about the Huguenots, but obviously I had been, somewhere. I think that the Huguenots represent an element of such mystery and horror to me that they found their way into the story all on their own. Next thing I knew my mc was discussing history post Bloody Mary. Ok, what’s going on? I asked myself.
I re-read and re-read what I had written. Normally I just write without pause, yet this was so unexpected that I had to stop.
Was this out of character? No, it was just a short dialogue. My MC is an amateur historian. Her midwife an educated woman.
Yet I wondered, what did this snippet of detail contribute, other than satisfying my own fascination? I had no idea, so I decided to make a note for myself, add a footnote, and continue on. Maybe the appearance of the Huguenots would have a purpose I could not yet deduce, or maybe not. Not, I could just cut in a later draft.
Perhaps this will reflect a trait of my midwife; perhaps there will be correlation with the war of 1914; or maybe it will be about my MC, and her response to this info about her midwife.
Amazing how one little line can creep into my book and cause all this mayhem. I look forward to seeing what it will turn itself into.