I worked most of the weekend. Listened to the 40's swing station while I did so, and every time Fred Astaire comes on, I can't sit still. This morning, as my daughter graduates to middle school, I've got my 40's dress on as Dean Martin croons "Hey Mambo" and life is good.
After seeing that Woody Allen movie, Midnight in Paris, I wonder if that's just a writer's gig. We romanticize earlier times. Could it be it's just better to imagine yourself somewhere else? I can't for the life of me figure out why the 40's. I mean, war...sugar rations...poverty. I wouldn't have been good at those things, and I know this because my grandmother (who lived during those times) used to tell me that often. "Waste not, want not."
What time frame would you travel to?
I'm apparently not alone. Tamara Leigh has a new time-travel romance out:
I'll definitely have to get this one -- I love Tamara's writing!