My tendency is to write shorter novels rather than longer, but GANI & SEAN has grown quite complicated and I have many — what are they called — loose ends to tie up and threads to weave together. Oh fun…
Just wrote my 41,002nd word on GANI & SEAN, my crime novel-in-process.
Just wrote my 18,166th word in my novel, GANI & SEAN. May I say that I am tired? But, I am also having so much fun.
I’ve just written 12,642 words in my newest novel in process, GANI & SEAN.
My working cover to GANI & SEAN.
My latest novel (working title: GANI & SEAN) is well underway. Set in a presently unknown country, two assassins are thrown together – one male, the other female. What happens is yet to be… written. More to come.
One would have to search far and wide to discover in modern literature a darker, more perverse, self-serving, devious, holier-than-thou anti-hero than Rev. Kevin Hillar. Coupling astounding sexual charm with charismatic preaching he rapaciously and murderously gratifies his libido under the radar as, via pithy and precisely ten minute long sermons he recruits a devoted congregation soon eager to build a permanent “umbrella centric” church to replace the tobacco barn which was his first sanctuary.
Ms. Easton’s book is a chilling murder mystery procedural as well as a tough minded rumination on a particularly destructive form of Pentecostal Christianity in rural America. It also is a daunting cautionary tale about a deeply rooted societal wish to keep women as fully subjugated as suggested by the old Chauvinistic saw, “a woman should be kept barefoot, naked and in the kitchen.” The tale is gripping throughout and may require a strong stomach on the part of some readers. As literature it is a construct almost totally Brechtian in design. In terse, cooly objective prose it sharply defines the malaise, describes its malignant spread, but consciously withholds the expected–indeed, longed for–final scene where poetic justice is meted out.”
This weekend I sold a copy of my novel IN THE SEVENTH DAY. A woman purchased it for her 21 year old daughter, even after listening to my warning of its graphic nature.
“Oh, she loves TRUE BLOOD and things like that.”
“Well, this is realism; and it’s crime of a sexual nature.”
As she walked away, I heard her say to her friend, “If my daughter doesn’t like this…” and her voice faded into nothing.
Today, I sold a copy of IN THE SEVENTH DAY on Amazon.com. It’s been a while since I’ve had a sale of my novel, so I was excited to discover a reader had taken a chance on my book.
Every time someone reads my novel, I’m thrilled.