Two Years

The anniversary date of publishing Next Time slipped by me earlier this month. Two years! In some ways it seems like the book has been out longer than that. Probably because I first conceived the idea for the story almost four years ago. I guess you could say I’ve been living with the book longer than you. This book holds a special place for me since it’s completely at odds from anything else I’ve ever written. A romance? With time travel? Who saw that one coming? Another reason I feel this one a little differently is because of how I got the idea. If you remember, I woke up at 3:30 a.m. the morning after we’d returned from a two-week trip to Ireland, with jet lag setting in at that most inopportune time. The idea of someone jumping forward in time, in fits and starts and uncontrollable, burrowed into my brain, along with the idea of how long it would take to live such an incremental life and what happened when people came in and out of your life. When I awoke at a more regular time, the idea stuck with me. All I had to do then was write it and hope I didn’t mess up the concept. Happy second bookaversary to Next Time. I’m proud of this book, the awards it’s won, the ratings and the reviews, and how many people have read the story of Miriam and William.