Archive for August, 2007

Episode Five

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

Episode Five
“Well, that was fucking unnerving,” Jack said, sitting at her table in her apartment, nursing a growing headache and a slight case of nausea.
“What happened,” Gilles asked, “are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Jack replied, having a sip of water, “I just felt what it was like to be, I don’t know, deleted, I guess. […]

Log #1

Sunday, August 26th, 2007

In this log, I thank the folks who have supported the launch of the novel, including:

Chuck Tomasi and Kreg Steppe of the Technorama podcast
Dave Slusher of the Evil Genius Chronicles
Victor Cajiao of the Typical Mac User Podcast
Mik and the gang over at the Space Adventure

Also, thanks to thorn, DangerAmy and Demian for their kind comments.
The […]

Episode Four

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007

Episode Four
Jack woke again to the chirping birds, each peep sounding a bit like a tiny jackhammer to her aching head. The first morning of the weekend often started this way, though usually a few hours later. She silenced the birds, rubbed her eyes and banged her way through her tiny apartment to […]

Episode Three

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

Episode Three
The birds weren’t that bad after all. They really did just chirp, and about three of them flapped benignly over Jack’s bed until she hit the off button on the alarm. “I can live with that,” she said, getting out of bed and padding to the bathroom.
She went through the usual morning […]

Episode Two

Wednesday, August 8th, 2007

Episode Two
As Jack left the building, the rain was falling lightly and making the streets shine in the dim late afternoon sun. Without even thinking, she opened up a program called “shades” from her home brew launcher and a dark platinum tinted screen rolled over her field of vision. To any bystander she […]

Episode One

Wednesday, August 1st, 2007

Episode One
The figure stood beside Jack’s bed and looked down at her sleeping form. Maybe she sensed his presence because she turned ever so slightly.
He leaned toward her, his 5 o’clock shadow nearly scratching against her chin. “Good morning, Jack,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.
“What the fuck!” Jack woke up immediately, […]