Time is a fickle thing. It’s an odd thing. Recently, while conducting my year end paper-purge tradition, I ran across a scrap of paper, roughly 5 inches by 7 inches. It was dated 11-29-1997. Therein I had scribbled a story idea, yet untitled. The basic premise was an outlaw hanged in the 1880′s soemtime, time travels to present day and finds both redemption and love with our heroine. I had thought it would make a great romance with Christian elements interwoven through it, plus an element of danger somehow from his past or his time travel ability.
Humm, seems like a great idea. No wonder I scribbled it down that day, many years ago. So doubtlessly I stuffed it in a file to be forgotten. Or was it?
Seems the sub conscious mind has not forgotten that November 1997 idea. In July of 2011 I had a great idea for a novel. It just hit me, like a lightning bolt. How about we hang an outlaw in the old west, and he time travels to the future where he meets a plucky heroine who helps him through the challenges of this new world. He finds forgiveness of his outlaw-ish ways and together, they find love.
“Shimmers of Stardust” is now about 1/3 completed. Seems I have not veered much from the original idea from 1997.
So that poses the questions, do our ideas and thoughts time travel?
Of course our words “time travel”. It’s called living. 8^)