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At one point in writing MY TRAVELING MAN I had to ask myself what Alice (the novella’s heroine) misses when she goes back in time. What does she most yearn for from her modern life? Instead of focusing on the HUGE things like family, electricity, and women’s voting rights I decided to focus on small everyday things. I brainstormed a large list for Alice and narrowed it down to: three star Chicken Pad Thai, a blow dryer, and Advil…everyday things she didn’t miss until she didn’t have them anymore.
Now that I have some distance from the story I’m asking myself what I would miss if I was traveling on the Oregon Trail for seven months. I would imagine some of the pioneers moving WESTWARD HO, missed things like planting a summer garden, making a meal on the stove, water from a well that was clear, cold, and safe to drink. But what would I miss if I both traveled back in time and made the long trek to Oregon Territory in a covered wagon? To make it more challenging I took family/friends, electricity and voting rights OFF the table. I also acknowledged this whole question is based on a lot of privileged assumptions I am able to imagine because I live in the United States of America.
I’d miss my magazine subscriptions – I love getting magazines in the mail! I never remember when they are coming so they’re always a surprise: Cook’s Illustrated, Smithsonian, and Romance Writer’s Report. Hmmm…come to think of it, I’d miss the mail! Wait wait…the little things. Okay, I’d miss Jiffy Peanut Butter…yes, I’m an adult…and yes I still love peanut butter toast for breakfast. I’d miss shoes with cushioning and support built into the foot pad. I really don’t want to think of life without my Duomax, Floride, IGS Asics!
What about you? What would you miss? As writers I think we can all agree our laptops, computers, netbooks but what else?
As I get ready to release MY TRAVELING MAN that finishes the four part Slip in Time series I am well into my next writing project. I’m left with one final thought—something Alice discovered as she did “without.” I can do without an awful lot of stuff, big or small, if I have love. This love can include; love with an individual, a family member, or an overall approach to life that includes being loving and kind to my fellow human beings as we make our life’s journey together.
My Traveling Man
By DeeDee Lane
20,000 Novella – Romance – Subgenre: Western, Fantasy
My Traveling Man is the fourth installment in the Slip in Time Series
Alice Hanstrom prefers books to people, facts over feelings, and in her world, “adventure” is just a word in the dictionary. That is until the night she braves shadowed hallways of the Cowboy and Western Museum in pursuit of a long-lost diary. Her search of an antique covered wagon halts abruptly when the museum slips Alice back in time.
Thomas Bristol is an experienced wagon master. On a daily basis he deals with cholera, exhausted oxen, and river rapids on the treacherous journey to Oregon Territory. But he’s completely flummoxed when a mysterious woman appears in Big Blue River.
On the trail, Alice and Thomas strive to balance his love of roaming adventure and her desire for predictable orderliness. As the wagon train reaches Independence Rock, the sparks between them catch fire. But can such different people become equal partners in love…and can their love survive the slip in time?
Alice bent her lanky frame forward to squint at the notation scratched in the corner of the diary—scribbled in a different hand, less confident, childish.
I’m hiding Mama’s last diary in our covered wagon’s secret hidey hole ‘til she’s in her right mind.
The wagon mentioned was in the museum’s storage basement, two floors down. Alice’s stomach fluttered and hopped. Every part of her yearned to find the “hidey hole,” be the one to find the diary not just write about it afterwards. Before she could talk herself out it, Alice exited the research library to set off down the darkened corridors of the Cowboy and Western Museum. Her footsteps made soft thwacks on the marble floor. She, Alice Hanstrom, intrepid scaredy-cat, was on an adventure. How thrilling, how positively mind–blowing, how…. Alice flinched away from a creaking noise to her right.