Ellison Blackburn is a full-time designer/web developer of fifteen years. Ironically, she often waxes nostalgic over simpler days. Her passions include writing fiction and poetry, painting, and collecting vintage thingamabobs.
Raised in Chicago, she relocated to the Pacific Northwest where she currently lives with her husband and three beastly, furry children.
She is a writer of fiction and poetry and the internationally published author of Regeneration X.
If Charlotte Rhys Fenn could do it all over, knowing what she knows now, she would be different.
Charley leads a comfortable life with her best friend and perfect match, Michael, a man with whom she shares two lovely pet children (canine and feline), and a home in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. She’s fortunate to have a caring and supportive family, and two amazing friends, Inez and Becks. Professionally, she holds a secure position as editor of a respected healthcare magazine. Her life is settled, as is her future.
Acquiring this existence of hers hadn’t been easy. For at least twenty years she felt like a wind-up toy, methodically following preprogrammed rules—step one … step two. She even imagined herself as a minuscule, but essential, cog inside a big machine with the mechanical brain. No matter what she tells herself, it hasn’t helped since another thought flutters through her mind as frequently: Going through the motions is the same as coasting toward nothingness.
It is 2025, the time is right. Technology, in a rapidly advancing world, makes it possible to reimagine the future by recreating the past or, more aptly, by creating another past.
Charley must either embrace her well-earned, sedate lifestyle, or invite a change that could alter her future irreversibly. It’s a difficult decision, one that could destroy all she has endeavored for, turning their life not only upside down, but backwards, forwards, and inside out.
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Short Excerpt from Chapter 1:
When Charley happened upon him thus, she crept to an open doorway or back to the top of the stairs, out of sight. Not covertly, just quietly enough to not disturb his reveries. For her, his pensive manner inspired bittersweet thoughts of solitude, lost love, and longing. These ideas confused her. They were the best of friends; she didn’t think she wanted anything to change between them. Life was predictable … comfortable. Besides they had earned it, hadn’t they? But every time, it was the same. And strangely, rather than actually feeling those would-be emotions, they were just disconnected words which popped to mind as she stood there—except solitude, she felt alone often. She wondered if he spied on her in the same way, but doubted it.
Why lost love? We are together. And why longing? We have everything we need; we have each other. She trusted no one else in the world more. What perplexed her was that Michael was perfect: intelligent, driven, and hard-working; attractive, kind, and even-tempered; and his sense of humor was just her type, dry and spontaneous. If that wasn’t enough he was the better cook. If there was a balance comparing the two of them, the scale would have tipped decidedly in his favor, every time.
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