I’ve spent a
lifetime with stories—listening to my father’s wonderful stories when I was a
child, teaching about stories as an English professor, and finally writing
stories for my grandchildren and loving to watch their faces as I read the
stories aloud to them.
My first published
book for middle schoolers is Madelon and Cameron and the Dominions of Time. It starts out almost as a fairy tale,
with a magic ring that can conquer time and space and a boy uncertain of his
parentage. As the story unfolds, the two worlds of time become evident. One is
the real world of science and rationality—the rocket ships on their launching
pads at Cape Canaveral, a New York City brownstone house, the dinosaur hall in
the Museum of Natural History. The other world is the magic world. It shades
from real places like Stonehenge and a Neolithic Irish burial site to the
spectacular imagery of the Bridge of Swords and the brooding terror of the
Castle of Bron.
Twelve-year-old
Madelon and Cameron are the main characters in my story—or as they soon call
themselves Mad and Cam. “Let’s just be Mad and Cam against the world,” Mad
says--and rightly so, as they do battle against the evil wizard Daimastron and
his gnome-like Gorbuc warriors. Mad is the one who does the right thing
impetuously, not always thinking of the consequences she may face. Cam often
holds back, but does the right thing in the end.