Thank you for the tremendous support! "Tracing the Synapse" has tripled its number of followers in the last two days. Writing has progressed nicely, and I will have chapter 2, another 8-10k words, completed by the end of the week. Chapter 2 begins a journey into Calvin’s video game memories from 1997-2001: PS1, N64, Gameboy, Dreamcast and early PS2. How will his memories alter the world he set up in chapter one? Will Dr. Vincent encounter complications arising from Calvin’s experiences? You have to pre-order to find out! To those that have already pre-ordered, thank you, and I hope to share what I’m writing with you soon.
It was a grey sky above a cracked grey desert. No living thing crossed this place. The name first given to it by man was long forgotten and the true name had never been spoken. It was simply The Desert. It was an ancient place hoarding time as desperately as thirsty men kiss water.
The Sleeping Man walked across the dry, baked ground, counting his steps carefully. There was no landmark, no star, no wind to guide his way. There were only instructions which had been carved into. . .
It was a grey sky above a cracked grey desert. No living thing crossed this place. The name first given to it by man was long forgotten and the true name had never been spoken. It was simply The Desert. It was an ancient place hoarding time as desperately as thirsty men kiss water.
The Sleeping Man walked across the dry, baked ground, counting his steps carefully. There was no landmark, no star, no wind to guide his way. There were only instructions which had been carved into. . .
It was a grey sky above a cracked grey desert. No living thing crossed this place. The name first given to it by man was long forgotten and the true name had never been spoken. It was simply The Desert. It was an ancient place hoarding time as desperately as thirsty men kiss water.
The Sleeping Man walked across the dry, baked ground, counting his steps carefully. There was no landmark, no star, no wind to guide his way. There were only instructions which had been carved into. . .
