Immanence is here in both e-version and paperback, brought to you by Story Spring Publishing.
From the book’s page on Amazon: The gods and demons of ages past didn’t simply give up and walk away when people stopped believing in them . . .
They’re still here, still real.
In our workplaces. In our homes.
They’re with us from the day we’re born until the day we die. And beyond.
The seventeen stories of IMMANENCE will beguile and amuse you. They will challenge and terrify you. Like the gods and demons themselves, each will show a different face to you.
I’m so proud to be a part of this collection of short stories. Fixation is the first glance of The Melting Pot series. It’s an urban fantasy series whose protagonist comes of age as a Japanese mythical shape-shifter living in Los Angeles.
‘Fixation’ by Lin Thornhill (SSP)
The anthology is being well-received, and I’m thrilled. It moved up the charts of the SF/F Anthologies, and broke the top 100 in Paranormal on Amazon, both UK and the US. It’s now available from Barnes & Noble and in both Kindle and Nook format. What an awesome start for Story Spring Publishing.
I’m already flexing my fingers on the keyboard for the future, including a little spy novel I’m having a blast writing.
The third time is really the charm.
My short story ‘Verisimilitude’ was released today!
The anthology Thoroughly Modern Monsters, edited by the brilliant J.L. Aldis, is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo in both book and e-format. It’s Story Spring Publishing’s inaugural release. They have a number of other releases in the pipeline, and I’m ecstatic to be one of the authors showcased in their first publication!
This is my third time to have a short story placed for publication. The first two failed to reach fruition for a number of reasons, one of which I posted on this site. Yet, this time it’s really happening. I couldn’t be happier, or prouder of the company my little story is keeping. My fellow authors are clever, witty, and inspiring.
When I first read The Artist’s Way, I was captivated by the concept of making time for a weekly date with your creative self. I adopted the idea with marginal success, and in the intervening years weekly dates have turned to monthly, and more recently even less frequent.
This morning, however, as I rambled along the lanes near Lake Michigan’s shore, I realized just how vital those private moments are. This is my first time here so I wandered down a sandy path between tree-lined embankments, and spied a break in the lush vegetation. I meandered in that direction, admiring the fine grit of the local sand, pausing to listen to a squirrel chitter angrily at me while taking a break from cleaning its paws. I continued on my lazy stroll, and then I found the lake. It stretched to the misty moisty horizon, and was glassy and still. Nearby, beach grass poked its tenacious head through a sandy bluff, proudly gaining its freedom amongst its brethren.
Oh, it was lovely.
I had forgotten how clarifying those private moments can be.
Oh, yes, I shall be having more of those artist’s dates in the future.