Trying to write a world war two murder mystery set in London while editing a science fiction story set in the near future is putting me and my crack squirrel infested cranium through some serious time warps.
One minute I am trying to figure out how far the body of Charlie’s new girl friend would have drifted in four hours in the Thames river given the current and the ebb tide… the next I am reading about how Arthur is trying to keep San Francisco from being blown up by a disgruntled alien.
Then I am Googeling top-secret RAF bomber bases before rereading the part where Arthur is given a space ship and an intergalactic human/alien corporation by the president of the United States.
Sightseeing around the Bay Area in a space ship while German bombers rain death from above. I am freaking out here…
And to top it off, I was originally going to do the sci-fi books as one long novel instead of four, so now I can’t decide if I need to re-describe all the aliens or just let people figure out what they look like from the race and character notes included in the books.
Yeah… it feels a little like that…
Pouring My Art Out 
Maybe you should clone yourself?
Do you think the world is ready.
mind warp
I can’t wrap my mind around the warp…
May be if you keep this up, you will split in two, like X-men.
Like an amoeba…
Yeah that too. I’m just not crazy about asexual reproduction. but to each his own…
You brought it up…
Guilty.
I see you have a new chapter. will read tomorrow. You write faster than I read. 😀
And I only use two fingers… ha!