Tempo Sprecato

So, yesterday my sister pushed a bunch of papers at me and said, "Hey, remember this? You ever going to finish it?" And it turned out to be this story I tried (and failed miserably) to write way, way back in the distant reaches of time when I was lurking around in The Sentinel fandom. I thought the last vestiges of this story had died a cruel death a couple of years ago when my old computer decided it was time to pursue life as a doorstop. No such luck, apparently. It's. Um. Fairly abysmal for the most part. There are a couple of scenes that I'm still quite fond of, but I can see why I threw up my hands in despar. Twenty-one pages and I'd barely made a dent in the plot line.

Interestingly, at least two other people on my fl have made references to The Sentinel today. Coincidence? Or has someone been buggering about with the space-time continuum again?