from Jody Feldman
Video Village came whirling its thrilling way onto our old TV screen. It may have been in black and white—at least it was for me; no color TV for years—but in my mind, it lit up with all the colors of the universe plus others that only my imagination could create. During its short run, I craved to move around that giant game board and fish, from the bridge, for gloriously wrapped presents.
When I started writing books that seemed to share a commonality, a longing to be part of such excitement, I didn’t populate the adventures with clones of me. I’m not sure I had all the necessary qualities, when I was 12 years old, to be those main characters. Now, however, I have the best time granting my characters the guts and the voice I hadn't yet found in myself. And I get to put them into circumstances I wish I’d been a part of. I may have failed, but I sure would have liked to try.