A collection of short stories where the humour runs dark and the slipstream bubbles up.
...imagine if Raymond Carver called up George Saunders and Joe Lansdale, and they all went drinking with Neil Gaiman.
Bent Highway is a novella in progress.
Here is a bit of the backstory.
The story of man unleashed in time has always appealed to me - maybe echoes of Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five, where Billy Pilgrim was unstuck in time. Maybe it is my rebellion against telling linear stories - I've never been much interested in the storyline where B follows A, and then comes C (etc.).
For me, life is not like that. Memories, some vivid, some blurred at the edges, some downright obscure, all fill my head. Combine with that my general love of a good road book (see Correction Line), and I came up with the story of M, a man where time has become unhinged.
What if time did not flow like a river, but bent like a highway?
This has been the undercurrent of the story. True, rivers do bend as well (and some highways are damn straight), but if you have taken a corner at about 80 mph (about 130 kph) and felt the wheels hugging the asphalt and the wind pushing the hood - well, maybe you know what I am talking about.
M has escaped from his linear life, and met a woman he knows as chalk girl, or sometimes by her initial "L". She shows him a different way to escape and introduces him to Walt, a giant of a man who knows how to straddle time. For M this means getting bit by a large wolfhound, and having a knife stuck in him periodically. It also involves a lot of Tequila.