Born and raised in the Bay Area, blah blah. Grew up devouring Harry Potter, from which I learned that the line between fantasy and reality may be straight and narrow but it makes a fun tightrope.
Studied (like Casey and her “best bud” Leah) at UC Berkeley. Came East, young woman, to Brooklyn because. . . well, if you have to ask, you’ve never been here. Studied post-modern fiction at NYU, took all the heat, the criticism, the kudos. Dreamt of writing a novel. Had a few false starts. Then one day at 37,000 feet. . . (See FAQS below).
FAQs
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At 37,000 feet. Seriously, I was flying home to Brooklyn just after the pandemic. First time I’d flown in awhile and (TMI) I was coming out of the plane’s bathroom when it hit me. What if all these people, instead of flying to LaGuardia, were flying back in time? To 1968, say? Or 1985? What if they had to change liners in 1992? What if their luggage got lost in time? And the whole idea just sort of grew from there.
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I’ve thought about that a lot. 1961 Greenwich Village — see Dylan? 2006 — see Radiohead at Bonnaroo (like Guy McGee in the book)? 1955 — San Francisco, just as it was starting to get cool? (Like Casey Clement). No, I think I’d go way way back, before everything changed. 1890. Paris. Belle Epoque. My carriage awaits.
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I didn’t make the rules. Technology did. And the Timemaster who discovered digitime. Sorry, but the tech just isn’t in for longer flights — yet.
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Not sure yet. Working on a few ideas, probably first-person for a change, probably in the 19th century when, as Casey learned, “you can hear yourself think.”