This is going to sound very Shirley MacLaine, but I feel so comfortable in the nineteenth century when I’m writing, that I have to wonder. Many times I jump on the internet to fact check something I’m writing, and find that I’m spot on correct. How do I know this stuff? Why does it sound so familiar as I’m writing? 

For a number of years, at the insistence of my editor, I switched from writing historical romance to contemporary romance. I had fun writing the stories, but I didn’t feel so connected to the characters in these books. Now I have taken a big step to return to the past, and I am loving it. I didn’t realize how much I enjoyed the period of the last quarter of the nineteenth century until I went back, figuratively speaking.

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. As a child I always had a fantasy about time travel, even before I watched the 1960 movie version of H. G. Wells Time Machine with Rod Taylor--who was pretty hot--over and over and over. 

I used to day dream about hearing the Gettysburg Address in person then having dinner with Abraham Lincoln, seeing the World’s Fair in Chicago, and sailing the Atlantic on a steam ship and having tea with Queen Victoria.

So--do our souls return time after time? Who knows? But it would explain a lot  :-)