I killed a man.
Well, actually I killed several people, but to keep to the point, I killed a man by the name of Timothy Webb. I thought this would be enough to keep him forever out of MY life, but, alas, I was mistaken. Apparently, God took quite a fancy to him, and his actions as Christ, and CEO, at The Christ Corporation, and decided to make him an angel. He gave Timothy his metaphorical wings, granted him the gift of a Key that supposedly held the power of Jesus, patted him on the back, and sent him on his way.
His first act was to show up on the doorstep of MY imagination, and demand that I do something about it. I just kind of stared at him, in terrible disbelief, and shrugged. This did nothing to satisfy him, so he invited himself in, began rambling about being ill-equipped to be an angel, and something about Natasha–the maligned angel known as Satan in our world–recovering well from her temporary bout of humanity. So, for the next few hours we sat, until it became apparent to ME that the only way I would get rid of Timothy would be to write another story for him. I proposed the idea, made up a completely fabricated storyline, waived him on, and then proceeded to forge onward with a plot that, in no way resembled the idea I had discussed with Timothy. From this was born, Flutter: An Epic of Mass Distraction.
It now has a release date: October 1, 2010.
What is Flutter? Well, it’s more devil fiction than Anointed, has significantly more explosions, plenty of characters who don’t survive to see the end, and an angelic system of social networking that is eerily familiar to Twitter. But that’s not much of a description. Kind of leaves you wanting, I admit. So, instead, I offer you a brief look at some of what I wrote for my publisher, when I turned over the reigns of my baby:
In my eyes, it carries the same voice, and some of the feel, but none of the story structure of Anointed. I wanted to write something, on the heels of a book that was philosophical, and, at times, rambling, with something a little more adventurous, a little more off the wall, and a lot more explodey (I really like that word all of a sudden)…I have included references, or creatures, as follows: Quantum Leap, Star Trek, Star Wars, Battlestar Galactica, Back to the Future, The Matrix, a dragon, a vampire (tee hee…I like him!), a bobsledding monkey, a wizard/piano duel , zombies, and a chocolate hot tub. Ok, the last may not be fantasy in terms of the genre, but you find me anybody who doesn’t like everything listed before it, that isn’t as fond of the hot tub, and I’ll quit writing. Oh, also, there’s a reference to swine flu, and to Google Buzz (which is mistakenly called Fuzz). That, along with Natasha in a bikini, a porch made of cheese (it’s Gouda than you think! Ugh…), a God who thinks he’s a child, a video game of explosive proportions, ugly angels, an escalator in the sky, a prison in Heaven, the rebirth of Jesus, and a very unfortunate moment for the masters of The Christ Corporation…there’s so much activity, and no break to sit in a restaurant to discuss the history of Satan, or in an office to discuss the history of Christ. What I hope I have created is a book that you really just can’t put down, and one that makes you both want to read its predecessor, and anxiously await what is to come.
I like that I can be a complete tard when I write to her. Granted, she published the first book, so it’s not like I’m going to fool her at this point. It’s not quite back copy material (that bit you might read on the back of a book that summarizes the story), but it covers most of what I consider to be cool about Flutter. I’ve been asked what this book is meant to lampoon, given the generalized lampoon of Christianity in Anointed, to which I say it’s predominantly a lampoon of social media, and how easily distracted the world has become by it, and to technology in general. I’d like to think that I can wield this tale like a weapon, and waggle it in the face of all those who have fallen prey to its mighty grip, but, well, I’m one of them. Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn, Goodreads, email, blogging, texting, computer games, anything and everything that occurs on the cell phone, and so forth–I’m there. Or, at least, mostly there. So are you, most likely. Be warned: The angels know, and they’re about to do something rash. Ish. Rash-ish. More in the vein of rash, but less rash than rash might be. Kind of, severe, in that, “Don’t make me come down there,” kind of way.
So, I’ll keep it at that for now. I hope to offer a few snippets in the coming weeks. The first will likely be a scene that takes place in God’s Office, as He prepares for a trip to Earth, with the ever-present moan of the Holy Ghost guiding the way.
Until then, I need to go lock the door. I’m sure Timothy wants to know what to do now.