……my first self-published novel, I chose to set the time frame in 1978 (with occasional flashbacks to 1852). I did this in part because I didn’t want cellphones or the internet in the story. Technology that we find useful today would not have been useful in my story, which I had purposely left without a specific time-frame until an editor suggested I do so, because it wasn’t clear to her when the story took place.
Also, I was kind of lazy and didn’t want to adjust the story to suit the cellphone/internet. Which sent me to the library for books on the seventies, since I only had a rudimentary recollection of the decade I grew up in. The books, however meticulously researched, were deadly dull and did nothing to help me gain a clear picture.
So I did the next best thing – I turned to music. Going to my local music store (long since gone), I scoured their classic rock section for music specific to the seventies. There were a few disco CDs and, looking at the playlist on the back, I remembered ever single song playing on my mom’s VW hatchback.
Naturally, I bought them.
Which brings me to my Ancient Greek Comedy.
Apparently, music from the seventies fits right in with the chaotic hijinks of the gods and goddesses of ancient myths.