MemeMachineGo!

This vague notion about how time travel might work has been bouncing around in my skull. I've been giving it free rein in my unconscious, without looking straight it at, 'cause, y'know, when you turn on the kitchen light, all the cockroaches scurry out of sight, but if you just let things compost, you get volunteers. This morning, doing my morning pages, it finally emerged fully formed from my skull, like Athena emerging from Zeus. Well, maybe that's carrying it a bit far, but I thought I hadn't quite mixed enough metaphors.

It's plausible enough for science fiction and is, to my knowledge, original. But though my reading of sf is fairly broad and deep, no one's is comprehensive. Wouldn't really surprise me if Poul Anderson had used something similar in 1954. (Here's a meaningless teaser: it's sort of Asimov's The End of Eternity meets Crowley's Great Work of Time with some parallel universe interpretation of quantum physics hand-waving.)

Ah well, one can't worry overly much about whether one's specfic gimmick has ever been done before; having a grip on what's been done to death is the important part.

Gotta get writing. 'specially since there's other stuff clamoring to be finished first... finishing "A Dog's Life" and "Factoring 59"; revising "Replacement" and "The Miller's Daughter." Not to mention getting "Do Over" out to market.