This site is a companion to the novel. It isn’t merely a promotion for the book, even though it is that, too, inevitably.    It’s designed to be useful and interesting for both those who have or haven’t read the story.    Most of its content was written and developed five years ago. Now, its time has come.    This site is about the birth and life of Timothy Joyce. Be welcome to it, and shake in the deepest recesses of your Self.             Real    Timothy Joyce is real.    This is a warning to all you complacent tyrants and would-be tyrants out there.    This is a blinding flash of shadow to all of you fighting for true justice, equality and freedom everywhere.    Timothy Joyce is the shadow lurking at the edge of our vision. He has always existed. There is always a Timothy Joyce somewhere. He will always be here. Timothy Joyce is something, someone beyond rebellion, beyond hope and wretched abandon. If you’re looking for a decent, peaceful and nice opponent to today’s horrible regime, he isn’t it. He’s what all complacency fear, a fire burning on the coldest of rock.    I am Timothy Joyce and so are you. He’s a man, a woman, a human being that has let go of all bullshit, all pretence, of all hope that present day human society will ever be right.    He’s the ultimate rebel, one that has thrown all inhibition to the wind.    If you’re a poor public servant or corporate office rat or an ordinary, average obedient citizen that just wants to be left alone, forget it. You have no right to any kind of peace. If you think you have Timothy will soon rob you of that pleasant illusion.    If you’re lucky or unlucky enough to spot him with your closed eyes, terror will strike you to the bone.    Timothy Joyce is a force of nature rising from the deepest pit. He’s frustrations turned to rage and rage turned to a storm, one raging all shores, all fields and towns.             Author's word    My friends jokingly and affectionately call this novel «the leaflet» because it’s «only» 88 000 words. My stories are usually approximately twice that or more.    This doesn’t need to be any longer than it is, though. I knew it would be fairly short before I began writing it. When I wrote the final chapter first it was always Chapter 12. Everything, every scene, every event or detail fit well into the others. It needs neither more nor less.    There are a few more additions I didn’t include, that I ultimately felt was unnecessary. They’re here, though, on these electronic pages, adding spice to the story.    The story is a riddle, a mystery of sorts, the only one I’ll ever write that will even approach a detective story, a crime novel. Like all of my stuff it’s a hybrid, everything and nothing of the above. But a mystery, a puzzle to be solved, somewhat. So I needed to leave clues for readers to ponder, but not be too obvious about it. I wanted to give people a change to solve the riddle before the end, but not making it too easy on them. Based on the talks I’ve had with people that have read the book, I believe I have succeeded. Most of them didn’t find out the startling truth until Jeremy Zahn himself did.    This is the first book I wrote completely on a computer, without having written any of it before on my old, derelict typewriter.    There’s no longer a Hotel Schirman in Amsterdam or a Plaza Cinema in London, among other places described in the novel. Which is perfectly fine with me. I can describe in detail what used to be real places in a present tense, without giving them free advertising.    London, Amsterdam, Los Angeles and places are described like they were around the turn of the millennium, when I wrote the novel.    As usual, there are many sources of inspiration, even some surprising ones, among them Bruce Willis and Hollywood in general, in a backwards kind of way. You’ll understand why…    Without revealing too much or anything, really: If I had made Die Hard, the cop hiding inside a building full of «terrorists» would have been killed early in the film.    After I watched that film in 1988 the process began in earnest, I believe. Other movies after that with the usual, beyond silly Hollywood bent pushed it further along. Other movies before had helped a lot, too.    The ending of Under Siege 2 would have been quite different, of course, and Casey Ryback (Stephen Seagal) would have been dead in the first movie.    In River Wild with Meryl Streep the murderer would have slaughtered the family quite easily and moved on to other victims.    Stuff like that.    River Wild and Under Siege 2 really clinched it for me, I think. After an ongoing and persistent and increasingly LOUD buzz in my head, I started on the novel two years after I had left the theater with foam on my lips.    Obvious sources of backwards inspiration include lukewarm environmentalists, non-violence advocates and all those police programs and crime stories on TV and in books…    But first and foremost, like many of my stories it’s a tale of empowerment and freedom, about people breaking free of all shackles, all confines, about winds of change running wild and great.    Sometimes I fear I could have written an entire book about my writing of the leaflet…    If you look at the material I’ve put on the Internet already it’s obviously true.       All content Copyright © Amos Keppler All rights reserved