“There’s a problem with Time. There’s also a problem with some hair. It’s Evil. The hair, I mean, not Time. Unfortunately, the hair is also a genius, whose experiments with time travel cause disruptions across the multiverse, threatening the very existence of Time herself. When Time isn’t happy, nobody’s happy.”
A line has been drawn. Stone has been carved. Virtual ink has been spilled. Time has replaced the battery in her watch. Well, it’s an hourglass with skulls instead of sand, but you get the idea.
The release date for Blithering Genius, Book 2 of The Other Universes has been set for April 1, 2016. (insert jazz hands here)
Blithering Genius continues the story lines from Reality Challenged as Psychann tries to pull her companions together to face a threat against Time. Psychann will need help from old friends as well as new allies. There are doppelgangers, telepathic fish, subterranean tunnel dwellers, insane computers, time travelling intelligent parasites, mosquito-beagle hybrids, mimes, and spiders. Sorry about those, by the way.
You’re probably thinking, “How am I supposed to remember a date that’s so far away? What if I forget and miss it? How will I know what happens next? Will bacon be involved?” The folks at Smashwords have you covered. You can pre-order Blithering Genius from Smashwords (and soon from Apple, Barnes & Noble and Kobo). As far as the bacon is concerned, you have my permission to eat your own weight in it. Here’s a link to the pre-order sites:
I’m not sure, but I think I’ve been tricked by my hair. For years now, I’ve been cutting it, hacking at it like a jungle explorer with no real sense of direction. It’s had enough. I don’t want to alarm anyone, but I think it has secretly been growing inward. I mean, it’s not like there’s much coming out on top anymore. There are a couple of wanderers who appear to have a faulty GPS. They may claim to prefer wide open spaces, but they’re not really fooling anyone. Deep under the skin, safe from razors and sharp objects, my hair has secretly explored other nefarious options.
Wrapped around my brain, coiled around my spine, and worming its way between organs, my hair lurks in smug arrogance. I don’t know where it gets that. Oh, you’re looking at me like I’m crazy. When I had a full head of hair, I was a skinny Bubba. Now that my head reflects so much sunlight that it can shoot down satellites, I’m not quite as svelte as I used to be. The implications are obvious. I’m packing hair.
Of course, it slips up every now and then. When one of my eyes feel itchy, like there’s a stray eyelash that can’t be found, I know it’s being tickled from the inside. Strange hairs looming from ears? It’s just my hair taking a peek outside to see what’s going on. The nose hair thing is really just to irritate me. It’s playful that way.
I’m not sure about my hair’s end game. I doubt that it thought this through to a logical conclusion. Sooner or later, it will run out of room, even with an expanding cargo bay. At that point, I think it will attempt to disguise the excess hair as a bad case of Hobbit-Feet. Since hobbits are known for sporting copious amounts of silken locks from their feet, there’s a good chance that no one will notice for quite some time. Eventually, I will solve the problem by using the foot fur as a comb-over, with the added benefit of saving expensive satellites. Hey, I’m not a complete fashion noob.