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The dark corridors of thriller reads

My new novel, The Judas Legacy, delves into dark corridors, common to many thriller reads. Those paths lead to a variety of overriding tropes and patterns. Betrayals of trust, revenge for past wrongs, conspiratorial behaviors from elites. These are often seen in thrillers like The Judas Legacy (and its soon to be finished sequel, Kayne’s Revenge.)

As I look back, I reflect on growing up in a blue-collar world, where every day was a struggle. First memories of my dad’s work were with him and my grandfather on a construction site, building houses. The smell of fresh cut wood still brings a smile. He also spent years in the automotive industry. I remember him scrubbing at greasy residue attempting permanent residence under his fingernails. That too, is a visceral memory. I cannot take the car to a mechanic’s shop without seeing dad scrub at the oil.

So where did the dark visions and cynicism come from for this and subsequent thriller reads?

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Conspiracy Theory

Conspiracy Theory

Before covid, before the meltdowns in elections around the globe, before the Russian invasion of Ukraine, but probably not before conspiracy theory, I was sitting with a couple of close friends over coffee, chatting about the state of our community.

We were in a small coffee shop known for its eclectic, laid-back ambience. My first visit to this café was in the late ‘90s when a spiritualist asked me to help her develop a workbook for her then controversial methods of healing. Back then, I imagined a café where poetry was read on Friday nights with finger snapping approvals and the distinct smell of weed wafted in the air.

Flash forward to 2018 and not much has changed.

It was still a feeling of anti-system.

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A Writer's Life

A Writer’s Life

As a kid, I was always reading. Novels and short stories, non-fiction, and encyclopedias. Hell, I even read the almanacs and dictionaries my grandparents had when nothing else was handy. Some would say the foreshadowing was on the wall – I was destined for a writer’s life.

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