In my mind, I’m gone to lovely Burchill*
(*sung to the tune of Carolina in My Mind)
Of course, unlike James Taylor, I couldn’t be gone to lovely
Burchill anywhere else but in my mind, because Burchill is fictional. There are
times, however, when I feel like it’s real. I hear voices in my head. I see
imaginary places. I am a writer.
I did base Burchill on Merrickville, Ontario, which is near
our nation’s capital city, Ottawa. One night when the highways were plugged
with accidents and traffic, we veered off the regular path and drove through
the little town on the Rideau River. I couldn’t believe it. Even in the dusky
evening, I could see the river, the canal, the old-fashioned lift bridge. It
was exactly what I’d pictured when I imagined my fictional Burchill.
My
husband and I returned some months later to walk the streets. I’d found my
village – almost.
Naturally, I had to write in a few extras. For instance, I wanted a lake as well as a river. I
called it Ogeechee after an obscure location in Ontario. I added a native
reserve, with an enclave of Ojibwa-Ottawayans (which only makes sense in a very
loose historical way). It's called Sahsejewon, which means “rapids”, because the raging river passes through the territory. I made up all the residents. I kept a few of the
street names, threw in some descriptions of homes from the Merrickville
brochure, and later, a gold mine popped up (which only makes sense in a very loose geological way).
From a picture in a magazine, I designed Emily Taylor’s house. Right on
the lake, of course, the place is huge and comfy with a big porch and a studio for Langford.
She can look out from her kitchen and bedroom to watch the water’s changeable
moods. No motorized boats are allowed on Emily's lake; instead, it’s
dotted with sailboats and canoes. Perfect.
The Native Council and Town Council get along, consult one
another, and most people are friendly and welcoming. Perfect.
How they manage to have so many murders and so much mayhem
is a little odd. Especially since it all began with the arrival of Emily and
Langford. It’s a bit of a challenge to ensure that I maintain the edge of
believability where Burchill is concerned. I moved out to Vancouver for the
fourth book but I'm coming back in the fifth.
Sometimes I wish I’d called the
series The Burchill Mysteries, because involving many different characters is
one way to take the focus off Emily. I don’t want her to become Jessica
Fletcher, where murder follows her everywhere. Plus I absolutely adore my
lovely little village. Maybe that explains why I can never find the perfect
place to live. It exists only in my imagination.
Now back to the fifth novel.
I’m gone to lovely Burchill in
my mind.
This is a picture from Merrickville, taken by my husband, Vince Astolfo.
1 comment:
Lovely house!
One of the most fun parts of being a writer is designing the homes your characters inhabit.
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