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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: It's generally a good thing for a writer to have fans who want to read everything she writes. But sometimes a fan can get just a little bit too demanding.

eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: Greyhaven, 1983
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2008

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [145 KB], eReader (PDB) [10 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [4 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [5 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [48 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [74 KB], hiebook (KML) [39 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [26 KB], iSilo (PDB) [4 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [5 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [11 KB]
Words: 1455
Reading time: 4-5 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

Although I had been making jokes about the time warp for years, I never really believed in its existence until the night it grabbed me.

Anyone who knows me will tell you two things: (1) I claim to keep a time warp on my desk for losing important papers into, and (2) my house is so messy and disorganized that a time warp couldn't find anything in it either. My study is littered with the fallout of my thirty-year writing career--reference books on every available shelf and most flat surfaces, manuscripts slithering gracefully onto the floor, reams of paper stacked in odd corners, all covered with a dusting of paper clips, rubber bands, and pencil stubs--some days it's hard to find the typewriter. Add to this my absent-minded-professor husband and my two teenage children, and it's easy to see that a time warp would be quite superfluous. Well, it may be superfluous, but it's there.

It had been one of those days when everything went wrong. I was used to losing pens, pencils, typewriter ribbons, the odd ream of paper, and five-year-old manuscripts to the "time warp," but this afternoon I hadn't been able to find the manuscript I had been working on that morning. My husband informed me that I had misplaced it and it would turn up, my daughter assured me that the time warp would return it as soon as it finished reading it, and my son asked for an advance on his allowance. I wouldn't mind if the time warp would swallow my purse briefly at moments like that, but naturally the purse sat in plain sight on the kitchen table. My son would probably figure out a way to get it out of the time warp anyway. And, of course, once he got his advance, my daughter needed money for new shoes, and my husband was running out of lunch money. By the time I gave up and crawled up to bed I was considerably poorer--and I still couldn't find that darn manuscript!