Silly though it may sound, when I wrote my novel and set it in the late 1940’s, I didn’t stop to consider that I was writing a historical novel. When I saw my book listed in the historical section of one bookstore I remember being surprised.
I’ve always been fond of that time period. It is familiar, welcomed. It brings me comfort. I don’t know why. All I know is that I slip back into that time quite easily. In some ways it doesn’t feel like so long ago—I know, I know, it really does sound silly when I put it that way. Sixty years wasn’t happening just yesterday, was it?
Here are the fact: my current WIP is also set in the late 40’/early 50′s and the one before that has one story thread set around that time period as well.
Anyone seeing a pattern here?
Maybe it is because I listened to so many stories about my mother’s own childhood that in some strange way I feel as though I belong there. A child is left with lasting impressions. My mother is a wonderful storyteller. Maybe this is the reason why I like that time in history more so than those years of my own childhood. I’m amazed at the things my mother can remember concerning styles, fashions, ideas and fads. I only wish my own memories were as clear.
I’m wondering now if there is a certain time period you enjoy reading or writing about or do you like to read or write contemporary stories or stories set far off in the future?