What to do with the strange situation I find myself in this evening.
Earlier today, I took my dog, Buddy, for a walk to a nearby park. And while sitting in the shade, resting, a man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and asked me if I like to write stories.
Alarmed, I wanted to rush home, but there was something about him that made me stop. The way he spoke and was dressed seemed out of place.
He claimed to be a dimensional traveler whose job it had been to fix errors in different timelines after riffs collide, creating out-of-place effects. I know it sounds crazy, but he told me a few things that kind of make sense.
For instance, he explained that Edgar Allen Poe was one of the first dimensional travelers and had suffered a psychotic break after one too many jumps. He also said that Ambrose Bierce didn’t disappear in Mexico but was “sanctioned by the federal government for sharing his experiences through his writings.”
There is so much more, and my head is swimming with everything he told me, and at this moment, I am trying to figure out how to write all that he told me. So please bear with me…