We're doing edits on 666 Angel Lane and the story takes place in Colorado, a place I've never been. I made up a town and an address and that's the extent of Colorado in the story.
Later a few of the characters are in a grocery store buying beer and wine. My editor made a notation asking if alcohol was sold in grocery stores in Colorado. I have no idea. I live in Seattle, Washington and alcohol is sold in our grocery store. But I giggled over the question since the characters buying the alcohol are an Archangel, a War Demon and an imp.
The answer is that it varies by county in Colorado so I can keep it.
Over at Dear Author and a few other places there's a lively debate about historical accuracy in historical romances that bores the shit out of me. But Carolyn finds it interesting.
*evil grin inserted here*
There's a reason it's called fiction, folks. Because it's fictional.
I'm not a huge historical fan but a Lord Ian, a Lord of Scoundrels and a Last Hellion rocked my world. I like me a little Tessa Dare also and try Hummingbird by LaVeryle Spenser. And I couldn't give a tinker's shit whether they ate eggs and bacon for breakfast or Captain Crunch.
I swear to God, those people reading for accuracy should go read a history book and leave fiction alone.
Fiction: a literary work based on the imagination and not necessarily on fact.
fabrication: a deliberately false or improbable account.
Carolyn has been known to get her panties in a bunch when Victorian maidens leave their panties at the foot of a gentleman's bed. I say hell, leave those days of the week panties on bedposts throughout England!
After all, if fiction were factual, it wouldn't be fictional. Right?