Clay and his fiercely independent, adopted teenage daughter Jenna look forward to their upcoming “homeland tour” to Russia. Jenna’s motives, however, are beyond anything Clay ever could have imagined. When she goes missing in Russia, his worst fears come true. And that’s when he learns she is not the little girl he thought she was. Their only hope now is to catch the Last Train Out.
You can find it here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01GNA3LI8
When writing fiction, the writer must tell the truth, whatever that “truth” may be. There is often, ironically, more truth in fiction than in non-fiction. Sure, you have to embellish your story, and create dialog and scenes, but underlying it all should be a basic truth, whether that’s objective or subjective.
I wrote it several years ago, but have recently updated it for some reason. I don’t know why. Anyway, it’s FREE, if you’re just looking for something short (20-some pages) to read.
I now consider it a “prequel” to Lottery President though it was written long before that. The stories are not connected at all, other than featuring the same lead character.
Taking a trip on the wayback machine tonight! I’ve got my old “beater” Dell laptop running Windows ME (circa 2000)! I found an old “recovery CD.” No Internet, no sound. Perfect … as my “writing machine!” No distractions!
It’s so nice and fast! None of those delays caused by a constant internet connection and the requisite “security” software. WordPad is my word processing program. I save everything to a USB flash drive.
My latest novel, Last Train Out, is now available on Smashwords at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/568339. Those are the electronic versions. I’m still working on creating the paperback version through Amazon. I’ll post again when that’s ready.
[UPDATE: Paperback version available here.]
So much about writing novels, I’ve found, comes down to respect. Respect for the reader and their precious time. Respect for the authenticity and believability of the characters I’m creating. And most importantly, respect for reality; asking myself “how would this play out in real life?” Luckily, there are millions of ways something might play out, but it still has to fall within that realm.