Today I posted the last chapter of The Old Mill! Below are some random thoughts about it.
When I wrote the little snippet of a story, Galvin, I had no idea where I was going to go with it. More than anything, it was just a quick character sketch of a small town oddball, what I’ve heard referred to as “a bit of local color”. Later I decided to revisit it. I used Galvin as a starting point, but it wasn’t long before I took it in a totally different direction. (Actually, I later added a chapter before Galvin, The Old Mill)
OK, time to step back for a minute.
Years ago, perhaps decades ago, I visited an early 19th century Federalist Mansion, The Barrett House. This house is in New Ipswitch, New Hampshire, home of the oldest mill in the state. I was very impressed with the place and its history and wrote a book in my head based very loosely on it. It was a ghost story about a woman who wanted the truth of her family to be known. It ended with a gruesome discovery from the early 19th century, at which time the ghost went away. I later decided it needed a kicker at the end, a bit of a twist, but one that made other parts of the story make sense.
This story was quickly forgotten.
Until now. Continue reading