"Really?" I asked. "What's it like?"
"It's down a long gravel road, next to a river. The headstones are really old. You're gonna love it," she said.
"Awesome," I said.
Then I laughed.
"How crazy do we sound right now?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" She asked and giggled.
The new project I keep referring to involves a cemetery in a small town. Since those aren't easy to find in LA, Mom found one in Vermont. So last night, after dinner, we grabbed a camera and a flashlight and drove down a dark, tiny lane to the cemetery.
Headstones marked deaths from the 1753 - 2008, sadly including many children. Water rushed by on three sides of the plot, where multiple rivers met. Ferns sprouted from the mossy grass.
Surprisingly, it wasn't creepy. The cemetery felt peaceful. And I wondered if the cemetery in my new book should also feel serene.
So much to think about.
What strange things have you done for research?xoxo,