“…the idea of a female train engineer during the time of steam locomotives or even into the early decades of the twentieth century is, I think, virtually inconceivable.”
This was part of a comment that pointed out the historical and factual inaccuracy and basic impossibility of the concept behind my western-adventure.
My problem isn’t with what this person is saying. They’re entitled to their opinion.
What bothers me is that they seem to just flat-out refuse the idea that such a story could, or even should be considered.
Which is exactly why I want to write it.
We don’t go to the movies to watch a reflection of our lives. We go to see a story told in an original and interesting way. The more original and interesting, the better.
I happen to think this one has the potential to be both.
It may not be a 100 percent-accurate depiction of the era, but I’m not setting out to make a documentary. This is escapism. Pure and simple.
Besides – how could I pass up the chance to give my imagination a workout like this? This is why I write.
There will always be those who shoot your ideas down, or at least find fault with them. Listen to what they have to say, take what you want from their comments, and ignore the rest. Then go write what you want.
If they think they can do a better job, by all means – let ’em try.
Maximum Z 