During my time in Canberra, I discovered that the paint on the road and the guideposts were different colours to everywhere else so you could see them through the snow. I saw so much gold in the Versailles Exhibition that I came away dazed. In Melbourne, I learned that the free tram system in the centre of town was a fantastic way to rest weary feet after five hours walking, and at the same time learn something of the history of the city. I learned a lot about Melbourne's attitudes, particularly to things like street art. I saw the Banksy Exhibition and remember again what it is about graffiti art that I love. The irreverence is one of those things.
So far in Maryborough, I’ve been introduced to the concept of converting the alphabet to sounds and reading books through music. I think I’ll write a story where one of the primary methods of communication is through music where the instrumental songs speak to you. If you can identify the sounds, you can ‘read’ the story. I suppose it would be a little like Braille but without the touch. Would the people have an aversion to touch or would they have very few sensory receptors?
I have to stop there. If I keep pondering and asking questions, I’ll begin research and have another story idea before I finish the sequel to Warrior Pledge. I only have one and a half chapters left to write, so I can’t stop yet.