Let me tell you a story.

Sometime last fall, I was sitting at my desk in my gloomy New York apartment, either contemplating my dwindling funds or the fact that I hadn’t finished an original, non-fanfic story longer than 6,000 words since I graduated from high school. Knowing me, it was probably the latter. I’ve always wanted to write; I’ve written as a matter of habit, since I could remember. Back when I was a kid in the ’80s, I wrote my own Choose Your Adventures, including deathless tomes like “Dreams” or “The Secret of Unicorn Valley.” There was this one boy in grade school who wanted me to write a Transformers Choose Your Own Adventure, but I declined because I was into fantasy and I didn’t like robots. I probably should have done it, since the boy was cute… but alas, I was too into wizards and unicorns. Thus, the joys of Starscream/Optimus Prime slash were thus forever lost to me.

But back to my desk. I remember the thought got stuck in my head… what if I could write something short, and that didn’t require research? I have been trying to write historical epics forever… and the same thing always happens. I always get bogged own in research, or some plot problem arises, and I never finish. I thought of what my friend Stephanie Dray told me: she too used to write grandiose epics, but then she wrote this short little paranormal thing, almost off the cuff, and she sold it almost immediately to Harlequin Nocturne. And now because of that, she’s actually back to her epics and selling them too. It seemed like there was a moral in there somewhere. Continue reading ““A Question of Time” and how it came to be” »

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