I did a dumb thing. Not that this is unique, but I should have known better. My current work in progress is about a witch. And Merlin.
The first few chapters were going pretty well, then I realized most of what I know about the subject came from old episodes of "Bewitched," "Charmed" and the movie Excalibur.
Uh oh. Time for research.
Since I once worked in a public library, research should be a piece of cake. Knowing that I would want to keep my information handy, I trotted to the local book store. (Yes, there are still a couple left in my neighborhood.)
I made a bee line for the Occult section. Thumbing through some very scary titles, I pulled a few possibilities out and stacked them on a table with the intention of leisurely looking through them for the best choices. The table was close to the children's section and one parent gave me the 'mommy stink eye' and pulled her daughter over to the Religious section.
Maybe the book with a sneering demon on the cover bothered her.
Finally, I found one on Witchcraft and Practical Magic that seemed be what I needed. By this time, the area around my table was strangely bereft of other shoppers. Okay, some of those books were pretty gruesome. Naked dancers and a devil standing over a nude woman are a bit outrageous. My witch is going to be nice and funny, so those books were not helpful.
Normally, I would have returned the unwanted books back to the shelf. Remember, I did work in a library. However, that corner was now inhabited by a frizzy haired woman with tattoos covering both arms. Tattoos aside, the black lipstick gave me second thoughts.
A little embarrassed, I held my book to my chest like Hester Prynne covering that scarlet letter and made my way to the check out. Of course, the clerk was a grandmotherly type who raised one eyebrow and curled her upper lip. I could see her thinking her church circle needed to pay me a visit.
Never again will I start another book that requires this type research. I can't wait until my family notices the books on witchcraft and magic sitting on my desk.