
Writing is fun. Writing should always be fun. I was at a crime festival once, and remembered hearing one of the authors on a panel saying things like just thinking of returning to the computer to work on their story made them want to vomit. Or words to that effect.
Yeah, I don’t subscribe to that.
But I do need a break from writing about Greenland and crime in between. On returning to a Maratse story after writing something different, I always get the feeling of coming home. But you have to travel somewhere in order to come home. And the fun thing about travelling is experiencing something different.
Reviver is different. It’s very different.
Reviver is, as the title of the post suggests, a pet project. This particular pet project has really big pets. Dinosaurs, in fact.
Right there I just lost all the crime and thriller readers! 🙂 Of course, I probably lost “them” with Northwind. But hey, I’m not vomiting as I write my stories, and I am looking forward to coming home again, so it’s all good.
In fact, it’s better than good, it’s fun! Which is where I started this post.
Reviver is a fun adventure story full of wildly improbable science, nefarious government(s), military thugs, and prehistoric beasts. Oh, and Luci. She’s a young archaeologist who, simply put, is in the wrong place at the wrong time, and things spiral out of control from that point onward.

It’s an action and adventure story and it’s also a Kickstarter campaign. As I write this it has already funded, so we’re heading for stretch goals now! 😉 If you’re curious, then feel free to check it out via the link. For anyone who has not read my Greenland crime novels, however, this campaign offers all 7 novels in a bundle which is much cheaper than buying them elsewhere.
Chris
Here’s the Author’s Note for 
When I lived in England, one of my friends called Beef (he was the butcher’s son) showed me how you make sausage. It’s true, it’s one of those things probably best unseen, but I’ll never forget him cutting the fat away from the meat he was preparing at the counter and throwing it, together with bits of gristle and other “stuff”, across the shop and into a sausage making machine. There’s probably a name for such a machine, but I was more impressed with Beef’s aim, because he didn’t miss. However, with a smile he confirmed that it’s true, I probably didn’t want to know how you make sausage, or more to the point, I didn’t want to know what was in them.