Maybe it's because of my criminal defense trial background, but I worry a lot about some clever reader catching me in some stupid mistake. (My pace would suggest more than having any readers of the sequel, clever or otherwise.) This is not to say my characters don't do stupid things. Judging Angels was two inches thick of one stupid thing after another.
Watching other people do stupid things can be entertaining when they're not just stupid people, and edifying when neither are you and you can learn why smart people still do stupid things.
But what's sauce for my characters' goose is not sauce for their creator's gander.
So, I had to go back and revise the beginning of the long-awaited sequel to Judging Angels all because the Ohio River has a disappointing current speed of .5 mph to 3 mph at best.
I don't need a pig to figure out that it's going to take a body at least an hour to be carried by the current thre…