Infinimata Press -- actually, under the name Genji Press, its original incarnation -- came about in 2007 or so, but I had been writing for a good long time before that. I just hadn't yet produced much of anything I had a lot of confidence in. Most everything I've done from those earlier days, with a couple of exceptions, is either lost to time or banished to a drawer.
For fun, I decided to run down everything I could remember from those days. Here they are.
This book I wrote during the course of a summer when I worked as a temp in NYC, and had little to do except warm a chair. I brought a floppy disk with me to work and wrote the novel during slow moments there (of which I had plenty), and in the process ended up using Microsoft Word as my primary word processor from that point forward. (Don't sneer.)
The plot involved a woman, a kind of a Marianne Williamson guru type, who wakes up one morning to discover she has no memory of herself, her career, her husband, or anything else in her life. The more she learns about what she was, the more appalled she becomes, and the more determined to veer away from it.
I've since lost the manuscript, but I shed no tears over it: the whole thing was way too disjointed and uneven to be worth reading now. Maybe someday I'll try and rescue what I can from it. Do not hold your breath.
This was, in some sense, either an homage to or a travesty of Theodore Sturgeon's More Than Human. A group of people who individually have no special skills discover that when they can work in concert, they can alter people's minds and motivations. Again, too scattershot and lumpen to be really worth saving. I have the manuscript somewhere, but I'm not inclined to reprint it.
This was probably the best of my earlier works, although it's still not very good. A bright young girl befriends a neighbor and is taken under her wing when her parents mysteriously vanish. The best parts of this story are the interplay between the characters; the plotting wasn't worth the effort. Manuscript extant, but I have no real urge to reissue it.
The original version of this story doesn't remotely resemble the version I have since published under that name. Only one element in it was ever consistent across both versions: the notion of a world smashed into a whole slew of little fiefdoms of reality. I lost the original manuscript some time ago, and from what I remember of it, it wasn't worth keeping.
A fair amount of what is now The Fall Of The Hammer was scraped from the carcass of this story idea, about various parties all competing to steal, take control, or understand a slew of what might be alien artifacts that appear throughout the world and irreversibly transform everyone who encounters them.
A pointless reworking of Notes From Underground that I eventually threw out. Good riddance.
This was originally a successor-of-sorts to Summerworld and Tokyo Inferno, the three of them constituting what I tentatively called the "Tokyo Trilogy". Underground Sun was about an author who finds himself and his wife inhabiting his creations, as if they were hands inside the glove-puppets of their fictional world, only to find that more and more people are following him down in there. The basic idea wasn't bad, I just had no idea how to tell the story and finish it properly, and I eventually scrapped it. Another candidate for maybe being repurposed someday.
Oh, boy, was this a weird one. Nothing survived except some notes, and in time I ditched those as well. It had something to do with parallel universes and a pair of twins who can navigate them, and the supersoldier sent to make sure nothing happens to them. Or something. The fact that I remember almost nothing about it now is probably a sign of how much of a mess it was, and how it wasn't worth the trouble of trying to bring to fruition.
Other Lives Of The Mind