Frank's blog

You’ve been there. You pick up a "pulse-pounding" thriller. The cover is neon. The blurb promises a "twist you won’t see coming." You spend six hours reading about a guy named Jack who runs away from explosions, shoots a few bad guys, and saves the world. You close the book. You forget Jack’s last name by dinner. Why? Because Jack wasn’t a person. Jack was a plot device in a leather jacket. If you’re tired of cardboard cutouts and mechanical plots, you’re looking for a charac