It was all fiction.

Sorry, figured I'd drop the big boot first. Harry isn't real; Harry's a fictional character I came up with about a year ago. Although old Harry's lovelife mirrored mine ("mirrored" being a nice term for "copied blatantly"), his troubled mind and fantastic experiences were cut from fantasy. I wanted to turn my hand at a serial novel, and this was the result. Unfortunately, among the many lessons I've learned over the last year, the foremost was "it's hard for me to stay completely interested in writing about the same character every single day".

Complicating my life was a complete uprooting in December. I moved away from my Linda, my life and my home and took a new job at which I didn't have the spare time to write journal entries during the day like I did at my old one. Gradually I had to pare down my plan for Harry's eventual decent into madness, which I regret now. I would have liked to write that but it wasn't going to work at a measly two updates a month. I was already screwing up my plan due to not thinking about it every day. Luckily, I don't think anybody besides me noticed that Jack completely disappeared from the story a few months into it. Oops

I apologize if anyone is hurt out there, especially anyone to whose email I responded to in Harry's voice. No cruelty was intended; I only wanted to give Harry as much life as I could write into him and telling people this was fiction in advance would have spoiled the work I wanted to do. I hope that I've at least entertained the thousands of you who hit old Harry's pages every day.

Writing this has taken a lot of my creative energy and I'm glad I can give it some sort of ending at last and get back to writing short stories on the newsgroup talk.bizarre. I'm open to emails, amused and angry alike. As a final bow, here's a link to my personal web site and one of my addresses:

d. Page
page@boutell.com