INTERMISSION And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten, the cankerworm, and the caterpiller, and the palmerworm, my great army which I sent among you. – Joel 2:25 (Holy Bible, King James Version) III March 17, 1946 The Parsonage Pasadena, California The eggs were not runny. The bacon was not […]Read more "The House That Jack Built: Actual Chapter III (Chapter Numbers Are Hard)"
1946 Mirage a Trois CAMERON I suppose it’s only fair that I tell my story first. You figured this was no ordinary book already. Pulp science fiction alternate history, yes. Artistically minded metafiction with an occult subtext, yes. But you’re still giving names to things. Like BABALON. Anyways, you don’t care about that. You don’t […]Read more "The House That Jack Built: Chapter III (The Working, Through A Glass Shattered)"
II February 15, 1945 Belle Plaine, Iowa She was home. With family. The War, for her, was over. From California to Washington, from Bataan to Stalingrad, the world was burning. It had really burned hot for a while there, but like a rapidly cooling meteor, it wasn’t much but a hot cinder now. The question […]Read more "The House That Jack Built: Chapter II"
As promised, here are more awesome goodies from my original alternate history draft. We last left Elpis Parsons at breakfast with her mom, her dad, and her crush…now we meet Jack Parsons and Marjorie Cameron at the height of World War II, and her crush’s dad, Admiral George Morrison. While this story is not entirely […]Read more "The House That Jack Built: Chapter I"
The prologue for this is set in 1961, after fifteen years of divergence. The Daughter of Babalon careens toward the decade of decision…and a date with an important figure. This took me seven months of research and plotting, all of which amounted to 51 of the best pages I’ve ever written…but alas, the drive exploded […]Read more "The House That Jack Built: Prologue"
I don’t really have better names for these drafts. I feel like I ought to, because the latter two are so different in tone from Block Zero. I almost feel like I’m harping too much on this theme…but I’m tired. It’s 3:26 AM, Friday, September 4th. I ache all over from bowling. I have to […]Read more "The House That Jack Built: Block One, Part One"
This was written entirely on my phone, or mostly, between Lubbock and Portales in February of this year. I was very excited about Season 8 of Doctor Who, but was also convinced it needed a proper ending instead of what we got. I’m still convinced it didn’t live up to its full dramatic potential, but […]Read more "Doctor Who Season 8B (replaces Last Christmas)"