Contemplating the Supreme Manuscript of All Reading


So here we are, back at Monday again. Funny how that happens. It’s like Joni Mitchell’s “Circle Game,” only smaller.

Last week was a fun one. For anyone who missed it, I revealed The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management’s new cover:

Paradox Ralf Kraft

and I announced that Aunty Ida, of Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only) infamy has forced her way back out into the world for a sequel, title to be revealed later.

Her Cousin, Much Removed tried out life as a bargain book, and suddenly it was Friday.

So what’s on for this week? Stuff. Lots and lots of stuff, she said cryptically. On that I’ll have to keep you posted.

What hasn’t been on, with all these other things happening, is writing. Remember that manuscript I was working on? As far as I know, it’s not going to write itself. Or maybe it is. Maybe I have created some kind of super-intelligent manuscript which somehow knows how to keep going all on its own.

Of course things that convenient and useful always turn evil in the end, so there would probably be a downside when it started attacking other manuscripts in order to be the Supreme Manuscript of All Reading, or kept going until it was millions of words long, making itself uneditable  in a highly sophisticated and evolved show of self-defense, but I think I’d be willing to live with that.

If it would let me live, that is. You know what they say about pens and swords.


The Great Paradox and the Indies


Therin Knite is at it again with another Awesome Indie Book Roundup, and this one has a ton to offer, including five free books. And if you missed the first one on March 8, don’t despair, here’s the link.

It also features, among a bunch of fun options, a book of time-based ridiculousness by yours truly. Go check out the excellent company my book is keeping, and meanwhile, here’s a time paradox for you.


The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management
by Isa-Lee Wolf. Amazon for $2.99. Avoid the time paradox, they say. Paradoxes will rip apart the very essence of space and time, they warn.


It’s too late for that for Amber, a clerk at the Time Management Center, who spends her days filing time innies, outies and midlies. When she finds herself being hauled up the side of Mount Chicago, sprawled over the shoulder of a man she doesn’t know, she senses that something is off. Then again, it happened on the heels of one of her lowest days, a day she was relieved was over. Until it wasn’t. The Spokes, which should keep everything when it’s supposed to be, aren’t doing their job, and it doesn’t help that their coffee’s not so great either.

Even worse, the whirling cone of infinity is back in her kitchen, she keeps running into herself everywhere, and people are on to her about what she was doing—but shouldn’t have been doing—with her time files. For Amber, the Great Time Paradox is vastly overrated.