A Funny Thing Happened on My Way to the Event Horizon

This morning, while blithely typing away on my anthology submission, I came to a sudden stop.  Blood rushed in my ears as I held my breath, reading back over what I had labored to produce over the previous hour.

“Oh, crap,” I said to my computer.  “I just painted my characters (and myself) into a time paradox, and not in a good way.”

I was reusing an idea I explored  in the electronic pages of Aphelion Webzine back in Sept. 2007 in a novella called PLAN.   It involved the systematic torture of a religious dissident via the use of a time skipping device that could send memories back from an alternate history.

For this new story I was pursuing the same idea from the opposite point of view.  I wanted to explore how the person running the torture might feel and react to the situation.  I’m not going into details here — I might still save this plot! — but suffice it to say what I had written made no sense due to a complicated mistake on my part.  I have brainstormed a solution, but I’m not sure I’ll have time to flesh it out in less than 24 hours.


— david j.

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