Every once in a while someone asks me why I don’t post fiction here. I never have a good reason, but I never get around to doing it, either. At least, I haven’t until now. This morning I was poked about it again, and I figured now was as good a time as any.

So, let me introduce Mr. Pym. Mr. Pym is the director of TIDY (Temporal Integrity Department), a small government agency with the big job of keeping wandering time travelers from doing (too much) damage. He’s a minor character in a story I’m currently working on, but I’m not sure how long that’s going to last. He’s starting to steal the show. 

Those of you who’ve managed to follow my bouncing around the country know that I made a Boston to California move like Mr. Pym does. While I never had an experience quite like this–the coffee shops in Cali were a bright spot in my time there–his culture shock is inspired by my bumbling attempts to figure out how to live in a place where drivers wave each other through stop signs.     Read the rest of this entry »

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