Writing about another time and place

My latest Ambrose Lincoln novel, Place of Skulls moves into the unfamiliar reaches of Mexico during the frantic days of World War II.

So many great books have been built on the premise that there is no easy way out.

When I sit down to write, I prefer closing the door on the present and walking down that long, dark hallway to the past.

I never thought I was writing stories that could be classified as historical fiction, but I am guilty of writing about another time and place. I have a feeling that readers are as tired of the present as I am. I believe they want something different. Of course, I’ve been wrong before.

I am intrigued with the unknown.

As a writer, I am always beckoned by the unfamiliar.

Frankly, it is tough to build suspense, when, regardless of the situation, the hero or heroine simply pulls out a cell phone and starts dialing for help or backup.

Give me a hero who has to run down a dark alley in the dead of night frantically searching for a pay phone or a late night café that’s still open or a taxi cruising the back streets. You never know who’s driving the taxi.

You can write great scenes on trains with their club cars, dining cars, Pullman cars, and journeys across country that take two days or a week. The Orient Express comes to mind. So does Silver Streak. Neither stories would work on American Airlines from Dallas to New York with a stop in Charlotte.

You can’t write those kinds of gripping scenes, you can’t introduce a bunch of really intriguing characters, and you can’t develop relationships if everyone is strapped into their airplane seats and never more than a couple of hours away from their final destination. Overseas flights have some potential, but not like a train roaring through the darkness with gunfire and sex running rampant from car to caboose.

If I hop in a little red sports car and drive from Dallas to St. Louis to see the girl of my dreams, that’s simply the way it’s done today.

But if I have to walk to Decatur, hitchhike a ride in a chicken truck to Wichita Falls, talk a crop duster into flying me to Oklahoma City, then spend my last four dollars to buy a bus ticket to St. Louis, crowded with three ex-cons and a mailman threatening to go postal, in order to reach my girl, then that’s love.

When you write about the past or the future or fantasy island, your hero and heroine has to get by on guts, gumption, guile, and guns.

There is no easy way out, and so many great books have been built on the premise that there is no easy way out.

I may, of course, only be a lone voice crying in the wilderness.

So how about you?

Do you like to read or write about the familiar things in life?

Or do you prefer times, past or future, where you must venture into unfamiliar and unknown landscapes of the imagination?

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