And I deleted each word.
Even though I was careful to keep specifics out of it, well it just didn’t feel right. Even when it seems innocuous, even when you “think” it can’t connect to your every day life. Of course it can. We’ve all watched enough movies and TV shows and enough news programs to know it can.
I write romantic suspense, often historical, so a lot of my time is spent in researching just how bad things could be. My upcoming book (and series) is set in Regency era England, showing the pretty worlds of ballrooms and debutantes and a side we see less of, the uglier underworld. Somehow, I think we romanticize the past, we view it as less violent, less harrowing, and less dangerous. But I’ve found facts and stories of the past that astound me. After this series, my next book will be set in Victorian England. The facts about a crime I unearthed in my research wanderings shocked me to my core. (And I think it’s clear that I might need professional help since I can’t wait to write that story.)
I remember being a kid and heading out the door when the sun came up and not coming back inside until it was just peeking over the horizon. I would stay out for hours. All day. Playing, running around the neighborhood with friends, exploring the world. Riding my bike most often. I took city buses to school when I was in 3rd grade. Did we live in a gentler, softer world? Or perhaps what has transitioned is how much we know, and how fast. Information exchanges at lightning speeds these days, and we can know within seconds of a crime committed in another state.
So has the world really changed? What do you think?