Caffeinated Convo: Time Travel–Past or Future?

For whatever reason, I’ve been writing a lot of time travel stories lately. In every instance my story has revolved around a person (or persons) that has traveled back in time. As much as I love Back to the Future, I had to stop and ask myself: Why? Why is it that I’m not writing stories where the main character travels forward? This got me thinking (furthermore)–If I had the opportunity to time travel, which would I rather do? Travel to the past or to the future?

And so I pass the question on to you: If you could time travel, would you choose to go to the past or the future? 

It won’t surprise you to learn that my answer would be the past! (Of course!) I’m not frightened of what I might find in the future, as much as fascinated by what came before. Oh how I would love to be a fly on the wall during the reign of King Henry VIII! Or how cool would it have been to get to watch the signing of the Declaration of Independence? I’m young enough to wish I could’ve been inside the studio with The Beatles to hear what really went on during their recording sessions!!

What about you? Past or future? Please leave a comment below and let’s get chatting! I’d love to hear your reasons for traveling through time!

*cue Huey Lewis and the News “Back in Time” as a Delorean pulls to the curb and whisks me away*  


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Blast from the Past. Or, When your writing comes back to haunt you.

A few weeks ago I found a couple treasures I hadn’t seen in over twenty years. Two of my childhood manuscripts. 

Yowza, people. This is no joking matter. 

When I reflect on my past, I have fond memories of a passion for stories that began even before I can remember… well… writing. I seriously can’t think of a time when I wasn’t creating some sort of story. For my seventh birthday I got Fashion Plates and created pictures to go along with the super exciting story: Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. No lie. And no, I have no clue where that idea came from. Maybe I’d just watched The Blob or something like that. All I know is my seven-year-old-self just had to write a story about pretty young girls that got squashed by gigantic fruits that are often mistaken for vegetables. (*wink*)

But these stories I found were different. They were from a time long before I’d learned to plot or write down a brief outline of the story. They were also from a time where I started writing at the beginning and wrote straight to the end. So, sadly, each of them contain only a few short pages before they abruptly end, most likely because I just couldn’t think of what came next or because something else seemed more important in my preteen/teenage life.

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