When I wander the streets of Hamilton, searching for buildings that would have been around when 10 year-old Will Aitken
would have arrived, June 1912, it’s the most eerie feeling. I think I’m being possessed by his dead spirit when of course he’s a fictional character. Of course, I usually write first person
and do the method acting transfer till I become the character. But this time I’m writing in third person and instead I feel like he’s trying to tell me something. It’s fascinating and yet spooky.
Anyway, Central Public is the school Will would have attended. Next week I hope to step inside and see what he felt like when he attended on his first day.