Hello everyone, please help me in welcoming back L.H. Thomson. A couple months ago, I hosted L.H. while he was on a book tour for Quinn Checks In, a fast-paced hard-boiled mystery. I was so excited to post my review of this amazing book, that I neglected to include L.H.’s fabulous post about the reasons why he’s a novelist. Some of them may surprise you!
L.H. has generously agreed to give away one copy of Quinn Checks In to a lucky commenter! Details are below.
Why I Write by L.H. Thomson
A confession: some of my fiction choices have selfish
love that nation’s history and character.
she found it hard to see the characteristics that she liked in men in most of
her favorite authors’ work. She had plenty of heroines to root for, but not
many consistent heroes.
Process Server was my first sci-fi novel – because of my own fear of mortality.
something after death is possible as long as we can never prove it isn’t. It’s
my one core non-objective, non-rationalized belief, but as a consequence I
think I spend more time than most people wondering what life will be like in
the future, when we might well be able to prolong life far beyond its current
anytime soon, of course, all bets are off. A scientist recently developed a
theory that would allow for the production of “warp bubbles”, allowing us to
cross the galaxy in weeks instead of light years by expanding or compressing
space around a vehicle. And nano-technology is, away from public view for the
most part, advancing in leaps and bounds. If we can do all that, slowing
cellular degeneration won’t be that far off.
ahead. I’m 42, and so writing Sci Fi and imagining other futures is likely as
close as I’ll get to experiencing the
our experiences, and that makes it all a little selfish, even when we’re trying
our darndest to entertain others. Maybe that makes the exercise a little more
valid, not a little less, and is true for any writer. We may draw from our own
experiences, or those of others. But we write because we care about the
subjects that make their way into our stories.
Cordoba in the 11th century, in which the fates of locals are tied
into the historic division in Islam between the Hashim and Umayya clans and
their respective social approaches to the application of their faith.
peace that are often forgotten by regional geo-politics, in favor of fomenting
hatred by preying on people’s faith. Back then, that kind of behavior ended
with the most powerful family in Islam being all-but-wiped out and effectively
exiled from the Middle East.
jewel, a city of between 500,000 and a million souls, with street lights and
running water during a period when many in Europe were still living in mud
huts. The selfish rationale behind that story? I’ve got this insane – and
probably insanely common – hope that before I kick off, people over there will
stop killing one another, or going violent deranged at every small provocation.
And then the vast majority of people in
those countries – the civil, sane people – might have a chance at achieving
something great again.
make people think a little, and that’s always good. Besides, I get plenty of
opportunity to entertain people and am grateful for the change of pace. I have
enough projects in my wait cue now that I’ll be writing fiction long into my
twilight years, and most of them are just fun. This one is something a little
bit more than that, and I want to give it my all.