Monthly Archives: August 2016

Ditch the car, it’ll only slow us down

Total miles: 1216
Miles to go: approximately 1214

Behind every traffic report, there’s at least one disrupted story. This is mine.

We made it fifteen minutes before we hit trouble. Or rather, trouble hit me, in the form of a guy with a Budget rent-a-truck (wisely) moving out of New Jersey for somewhere else. Silly me, I thought I was in the driver seat but it was actually Isaac Newton, who really, really wanted to hit the Camaro in front of me. So he did, as the glass flew forward and the airbag blew out and my dog started wondering what the hell was going on.

It didn’t kill the motor, just bent the hood and the bumper. The Camaro got its bumper bent in, same as mine, and the moving truck got the least of it with a couple broken grill ribs. We all pulled over and did the awkward thing where we pretend no ones at fault while we know who is and don’t say anything until the cop showed up and made it official.

So as I transferred all my stuff out of the car into the trailer my wife was pulling, I realized that the car was never destined to go west of the Mississippi, and may have known it. But that’s okay; the nature of change is partially expected, partially not. One cannot predict all changes without having a complete data set beforehand.

We made it to Dallas without further incident just before midnight, where we stayed at the house of my wife’s uncle. We’re going to visit her grandparents tomorrow, and assuming all goes well after that, we’ll arrive in the Phoenix Metro Area on Saturday. That is, of course, a giant question mark at this point, since carma (heh) seems to have it in for us. At least Scott didn’t have to deal with this, but he might in the future. I am god of his universe (and thankfully nothing else) and he may yet just have to deal with a pile of more crap than he’s seen before. Maybe.

West bound, hammer down

The screw that delayed my departure from Virginia by 14 hours
Total miles: 551
Distance from Virginia house: 551
Miles to go: approximately 1879

There is a relief you feel when you finally start heading where you are supposed to go, one that pushes all fears and concerns aside as the miles slip by. I haven’t felt that relief in a long, long time, and as it came over me today I welcomed it wholeheartedly.

For ten years (insert Grosse Pointe Blank reference here) I have lived in Virginia, having come here to help a particular church ministry and finding employment with two different companies. I learned to shoot (and hit the target) here, grew my family here, and published my first two books here, but the time has come to go back home to Arizona. My son needs his family close, so we packed up the house into five boxes and a trailer and off we went.

Or at least, that’s what we planned to do, before the car decided to crap out with both battery and tire (the screw above screwed me for 14 hours, but kept me on a sane schedule; I just didn’t realize it at the time). But those were easy fixes, despite it being 5PM on a Sunday.

(On a sidenote, there is nothing quite like moving to inspire one to declutter life and get rid of the crap contained therein.)

So we’re in Nashville, waiting to start off tomorrow for Dallas to visit my wife’s family. Then a dash to Walter White’s house to pick up some research notes (kidding, that’s not the direction the story is going), then into Arizona.

My boss, God bless him, realized as a programmer I really can work anywhere, and decided to keep me around. So that need is filled, and the hours I will be keeping will allow me a lot more time to pour into the story of Scott Philipson and the world that is beginning to fall down around him. Which stories?

  • Scott’s story of the 20 years between the end of The Hand of Justice and the scenes at the beginnings of that volume’s chapters. This will become The Dragonslayers vol. 3: Descent Into Darkness.
  • Detective Royce’s story and the end of the story in Charlottesville, Virginia. This will be a Justice Delayed: A Dragonslayers Novella
  • A storyline in Arizona set during the DS3 timeline about a border militia, title to be decided.

I’m going to publish something this year, most likely Justice Delayed. But we’ll see: The Muse is nobody’s bitch, unless you make her yours.

And soon, I will have the time to make her mine.