About
Now I’m no longer a young man, I feel fit to finish a novel that’s been running around my head for twenty years. “The Young Person’s Guide to Time Travel” started off as a very different beast than this, amidst the flush of young love and self-discovery, the mix of joy and disappointment at leaping wholeheartedly at the world.
This version is a more cautious animal, calmer as it steps out into the world; acknowledging the lessons garnered by a younger, more adventurous self.
I’m not inclined to claim these old spaces as my own. They also belong to people whose own stories shape mine. I say sorry up front to anyone I offend. If you find yourself in here there’s no message, other than every memory is a treasure. And if there’s a sour tone it might just be because I never treated you right. So if I still don’t, you let me know.
This is for my two sons, a true story of the future that might never have happened. A letter from the past; what I hope and fear for my boys as they grow to men.
As they say, start with one true sentence. Then another true sentence. And so.