Andrew Barton is an ordinary man who, each weekend, stumbles into extraordinary circumstances. With a college degree in Agricultural Sciences but a job driving a forklift in a warehouse, Andrew, like many of us, finds that his release from the humdrum workweek comes through the tinkering in his garage on the weekends. Although his goals are directed toward other ends, he mistakenly travels through time, into other dimensions and even ends up taking his family and friends on a ride to a location that is the last place anyone ever wants to end up! Lines of Force will take you on adventures that you’ll never forget and want to enjoy time and time again. Let Andrew Barton take you along to unexplored territory in this book about mistakes becoming incredible exploits!
Drew has been writing all of his life, or at least from the time he knew what words and stories could do. In second grade he was writing audio plays and now, many...many years later, he's still writing. He's written the Tokorel sci-fi series, which has received numerous accolades, great reviews and awards, and numerous other books both fantastic and original. He loves sci-fi and fantasy but he also writes non-fiction as well. He lives in Fort Collins, Colorado with his wonderful family and runs a video production company to pay the bills, in addition to working for the city Parks Department. He loves people, so feel free to Email him anytime if you have questions about his books or want to chat. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
In this paragraph is the beginning of the mass confusion that enters Andrew's life. Even though he has no idea how it happened, he has not only thrown himself back in time, but actually crossed over to a different timeline. He no longer has just one child, but now has two. He has to go through old photos and writings just to discover who he is and now it's time to try and get back to where he belongs. What has he done?
Lines of Force: The Weekend Adventures of Andrew Barton
After breakfast, Andrew went back out to the garage. He wanted to figure out what he had done that created this situation and threw him back in time. He had so much to think about. He wondered where his other self was. The self that was here earlier. At least he knew what would happen today. He had lived it before. At least he thought he had until histwogirls came bounding out from the kitchen. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know his own children. He spent most of the morning looking through memory boxes and trying to figure out his life. What had he done? Eventually, he made his way back out to the garage. Maybe he could undo what he had done.