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I had 1930 screwball comedies in mind when I wrote “Hourglass.” I love those movies. The hero has a great sense of humor, the heroine is a hot mess like me, and craziness ensues. I also wanted to include my other love, Science Fiction/Fantasy. I grew up devouring Theodore Sturgeon, Harlan Ellison, Tolkien, and numerous other fantastical authors. Blending these two loves was fun.
Excerpt from “Hourglass”
With danger all around them, time-hopping graduate students find it hard
to keep their clothes on while their time machine glitches
I’m in Pompeii when I lose my hourglass. That’s not good. They’re tiny things really, meant to look like charms. Mine’s on a necklace. I lost it running. Because what else do you do when there’s lava involved? Or about to be involved. It’s a disaster, and I’m without an hourglass to help me escape.
Tears spring to my eyes. So now, I can’t see while I’m running, and then a solid bar suddenly stops my forward momentum—a big hairy arm. I fight blindly, my arms spinning like windmills. I strike flesh.
“Stop it, Shawnie! I’m trying to save us both!”
I recognize the voice, it’s growling texture. The man holding me is Finn, my archnemesis. Okay, not really. He’s just competing against me because we both want to finish our theses on time travel and our approaches are polar opposites. His thesis will tackle the mechanics, completely missing the richness of history at our fingertips, which my more anthropological thesis addresses.
But now I’m lost in time without my hourglass. Hence, Pompeii and lava. I stop struggling. It was useless anyway. His body is rock-hard solid. It’s like pounding my fists against a fleshy, sexy wall.
No. Wait. Not sexy—archnemesis.
“What do you want, Finnegan?” I grit out.
He laughs. All around us, chaos, the ground shaking, peopling jostling past us as they flee toward the shore. We should be running, too, but I can see the hourglass Finn’s holding up in his large fist. The sands are running out. I close my eyes because there’s always a flash of bright blinding light, and I’ll be damned if Finn doesn’t kiss me just as we enter time…
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