The theme of the last couple of days in the Cody house has been tangled – tangled in wrapping paper left over from a delightful Christmas morning, tangled the lure of holiday cookies and other fattening foods, and tangled in plot.
You see, New Book, you are exciting. you are action-packed and layered with wild stuff. But you also deal with two words that are dreaded in the book-makin’ world – Time Travel.
I wholeheartedly believe that these two simple words hold more fear than any other in the writing lexicon. And for good reason. In prose there are two significant kinds of time travel: the fairly common flashback, in which the reader gets a glimpse into the past of one or more major characters, but those characters don’t actually travel through time – they stay present in the narrative. The second is the real, old-fashioned jump-into-time-and-be-careful-not-to-kill-an-ancestor kind of time travel where the characters actually hop around in the past or the future.
The New Book’s got both. Foolish, foolish little book! Where did you get the gumption? And now it’s up to me – innocent author – to wade into your tangle of a plot and make sense of it all, lest you explode the minds of readers everywhere!
Of course, if it works . . . it could be kind of cool.






