Like many readers, I came to Michael Crichton through Jurassic Park, although I read the book well before I saw the movie. His books are good, fun reads, the epitome of the techno-thriller. But some of his later ones, especially Next and Prey, sometimes felt to me a little like J-Park-lite clones written by other authors trying to emulate Crichton.
Micro, Crichton's last novel - posthumously finished by Richard Preston (writer of The Hot Zone and brother of Douglas Preston) - started off feeling very similar, as it perfunctorily introduced a group of characters who had a mixture of skills that would undoubtedly turn out to be useful as the plot played out. Shrunk to tiny size (about 1-inch high) it seemed clear they'd fight some bugs and avoid being stepped on to re-enlarge themselves 300 pages later, with a bit of a don't mess with nature you don't understand message.
As I read, I started feeling uninvolved. Cardboard characters doing dumb things don't do a lot for me.
In 2012, I'm going to publish two e-books: a murder mystery novella in June and a full-length action novel in December.
They're both thrillers with a tech edge.
This website and blog is an avenue to promote my stories but it's more than that - it's a place to share some of my thinking about writing and why I'm publishing this way. I'll review some of the books I like to read and films I like to watch, but with a writer's eye - not just looking at the stories, but giving my observations of how the creators have told them.