Blog # 7, Happy New Year!

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Hi there!  Happy New Year everybody!  Last year was unlike any one we've ever seen.  And hopefully this year will be better.  I have some good reading that will be coming out in 2021, if all goes as planned.  The book I've been working on lately should be coming out later this year.   It's a novel that follows the characters from Under Old Glory.   Hyrum is back from the war, and is spiritually and psychologically damaged.   He has to find his own way back to wholeness, with the help of his wife and brother and others.


I will keep you updated for short fiction too, as I have sent out copies of my latest story.  I feel very optimistic about the short fiction, and on the side I will come out with a new collection of short fiction in the next year or two.

Thanks to all of you for checking into this blog and for your continued support.

Chris

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