First off: The current word count for the first book of my Thriller series is at 82,366.
I’d planned for 80k and after a solid editing pass, it might get cut down to that. But right now, the hero is locked in the back of a squad car in the middle of a raging gun battle and has to figure out how to escape before he can take down the militia sent to round him up…
Curveballs. Life is an ace with these. Finally, after a month and a half, I’m back at the thriller project. Needless to say, this will delay things a bit. But the goal is still to have three books out early… Read More ›
This update is all about my latest publishing project. That project will also take some time, but I’ve got a lot more say over the scheduling. Book one of this thriller series is currently at 35,000 words. A solid start for what will be a three book release with more on the way…
So there’s the news. I’ve got a thriller series currently in the works. I’ll start with three books hopefully ready for release by 2023…
We pulled into Lake Mead last week, our little oasis in the desert. Coming back, I realize how much I loved this place the first time. It’s enchanting. The landscape this unrefined, unfinished sandbox of the gods. Ancient and wrinkled and weathered, scarred with jagged valleys and craggy heights, the lake rests like a gem on a mummified neck uncovered in some primordial tomb…
These commands tell a story, her father had told her as he traced the filament’s path along the printer’s hidden inner workings and to the jet. She’d been mesmerized by how the owl materialized with each looping pass. From this thread, we borrow just enough of creation’s endless weave to tell our tale. This is the way of the Sutradhars. It will be yours, too.
My once established daily schedule just hit a few potholes. We’re fast approaching our departure from the ridiculously beautiful Oregon coast. Next week, I’ll need to be at the helm again setting off for parts unknown. Due to launch preparations… Read More ›
This weekend was a holiday for the U.S. but that’s not my excuse. Writers don’t get holidays…
They could not have predicted our return from the Beyond. A deep past they’d gathered only dim reflections of. Our purpose? To herald their greatness…
An encounter in a remote campground leads to the unraveling of one man’s reality…
RUSS LINTON 