More work!

I am continuing to write and edit '919' as it emerges.  I feel it coming together, which is a bit of a shot in the arm.  I'm sure you've already guessed at the theme of the book, and maybe a hint of the plot!

To give some more sense of it while hopefully not giving too much away, here is another 'snippet'.  I've posted it also on '919's Facebook page.  If you're looking carefully, you might see it changing a little from time to time as the edits happen.  If you like it, let me know!

"And he stood there transfixed by the space where the twin towers had once stood and their replacement, a giant spire of glass thrust up from the earth in defiance of it, like a sapling amidst the ruins of a forest fire. Towers, which only days before, for him, had been alive with the smell of new carpet and fresh paint, ...and now were gone, brought low by madmen, the seeds of whose madness were germinating back in his own time. A generation or two of workers had come and worked here and were gone, for him, in an eyeblink. 'Nine eleven', the Iraq war, the end of Vietnam. All these things that had played themselves out almost the instant he boarded 919.

And he stood there locked under a kind of mental paralysis -- brought by the insane, twisted powerlessness he apparently had. He of the past, who knew the future and had a pathway back to that past, but apparently could not alter it. He already knew he had failed without even trying. It gnawed at him. But even knowing what he knew, knowing the choice that fell before him with just two days remaining, he still clung to the hope, disproven so thoroughly by his friend and photographs, that he could change it, just a little. The Watch Man had said he felt the big things too difficult to move, too heavy, and too dangerous to try. But the little things at the margins, those could sometimes be moved.  That was where the gold was. That was what the Watch Man had been mining this whole time. Sam's only hope, therefore, lay in the dispiriting idea that Marcie and Amy, despite the all consuming importance they ranked for him, were in fact, in the big picture, insignificant. If only he had a way to know what had corrupted him on the journey home, how exactly he had become the monster he had once hunted, where to zig instead of zag, maybe The Watch Man would prove right, and Sam would indeed retrieve his gold."

This is where I will be posting some updates, ideas, progress etc!  Just setting up!

In the meantime, here is the link to the excerpt from 919 - A Novel