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.
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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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Snippet Time!
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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