Good Book, Great Book

Good books abound.  They’re all over the place, scattered thither and yon like leaves in the fall.  Writing a good book is hard work; it’s a long slog through drafts, edits, revisions, and cutting.  But writing a good book isn’t an esoteric process, carefully guarded by some mysterious order of monks for thousands of years. […]

Twicebound: Chapter Twenty Nine – Part One

Eddie thought about being bored.  Not that he was, but he figured he should be, so he considered it.  He also considered being scared, but since he already was, there didn’t seem to be much point in thinking about it.  A mere half an hour of interrogation had convinced Colonel Bosze that Eddie didn’t know […]

Shifting Things Around

Things have been a little different on the non-writing end of things recently, so writing has had to shift around a bit to accommodate.  Friday mornings and Saturday afternoons at the coffee shop have been more hectic, so I decided to move the weekly installments of “Twicebound”. Along with that, the Scriptorium has moved and […]

Twicebound: Chapter Twenty Eight – Part Three

The programmer watched his companion stow the last of the boring equipment on the trailer. Grease and drilling mud were spattered everywhere, closer to the computer expert’s delicate laptop than he liked, but the geologist knew what he was doing.  Getting into the Sandglass computer vault would have been next to impossible without him. Steel […]

Twicebound: Chapter Twenty Seven – Part Two

The Sandglass facility’s cells were almost comfortable and familiar.  It was as if the prison block was the one steady point in the unpredictable shifting as the three of them shifted gears on time without a clutch. They always seemed to end up back in the cells. Vančura leaned back against the wall and pulled […]

Twicebound: Chapter Twenty Six – Part Three

“Le’s go, Armelle.”  Eddie glanced around, taking in the scene in his slow way.  His gaze lingered on Vančura for a moment, then he walked to the STAd and stepped onto the platform. “Gotcher beamer, Scotty?” The big man gave him a slight smile and nodded to Benwright.  “Send him back.  One minute later than […]