Eric Flint

Best selling Author, Publisher

Eric Flint’s writing career began with the science fiction novel Mother of Demons. With David Drake, he has collaborated on the six-volume Belisarius series, as well as a novel entitled The Tyrant. His alternate history novel 1632 was published in 2000, and has led to a long-running series with many novels and anthologies in print. In addition, he’s written a number of science fiction and fantasy novels. He now has more than sixty novels in print as well as many pieces of short fiction and dozens of anthologies which he’s edited.

Flint is also the publisher of Ring of Fire Press and the Grantville Gazette electronic magazine.

Flint graduated from the University of California at Los Angeles in 1968 and later received a master’s degree in history from the same university. Despite those academic credentials, Flint spent the next quarter of a century as an activist in the American trade union movement, working as a longshoreman, truck driver, auto worker, steel worker, oil worker, meatpacker, glassblower and machinist. He has lived at various times in California, Michigan, West Virginia, Alabama, Ohio, and Illinois. He currently resides in northwest Indiana with his wife Lucille.

 

THE CONTROVERSY ABOUT BAEN’S BAR

I was going to stay out of the latest inside-the-SF-Beltway kertuffle, but it seems to keep chasing after me. At least, I keep running into it on Facebook. So, especially since my name got dragged into it, I finally decided to put in my two cents. The kertuffle I’m talking about started with the publication on his Patreon site by an author named Jason Sanford of a hit piece on my publisher, Baen Books. I’m deliberately calling it a “hit piece” because everything about it stinks to me. I will...

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THE CONTROVERSY ABOUT BAEN’S BAR

I was going to stay out of the latest inside-the-SF-Beltway kertuffle, but it seems to keep chasing after me. At least, I keep running into it on Facebook. So, especially since my name got dragged into it, I finally decided to put in my two cents. The kertuffle I’m talking about started with the publication on his Patreon site by an author named Jason Sanford of a hit piece on my publisher, Baen Books. I’m deliberately calling it a “hit piece” because everything about it stinks to me. I will explain why in the course of this post, but let me...

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Ring of Fire Newsletter – July 2020

I’m running late getting this newsletter out. I’d apologize except it’d be insincere. I make my living as an author, not a publisher, and I was up against a very tight deadline on my latest novel. (That’s 1637: No Peace Beyond the Line, which I co-authored with Chuck Gannon. It’s coming out in November.) — Eric Flint Available for Pre-Order on Amazon! Reserve Yours Now! I have some great news with regard to Ring of Fire Press. First of all, we’ve expanded enough that we’re moving from producing two books a month to three books a month. We’ll...

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Where we’re going with Ring of Fire Press

As many of you already know, I have a publishing house of my own called Ring of Fire Press. I launched the house back in 2013 as a way to publish stories in the Ring of Fire series that were too long to include in one of the anthologies published by Baen Books. For the first few years, I operated the house on a pretty hit-or-miss basis. I had no regular publishing schedule and didn’t put a lot of money or effort into it. I was really doing it just as a service to some of our long-standing authors. A little over two years ago, however, I...

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The Shaman of Karres – Snippet 33

The Shaman of Karres - Snippet 33 When they were done searching, Goth collected her bag from the junk they'd just piled back into the little cabin they'd tried to lock her into… And then had second thoughts. She took her clothes out of that bag, put them into Pausert's mother's ship-bag and filled hers with some of the stuff lying around. Then she went back to cabin belonging to "the Boss," whoever he was. As Forz had made Felap clean it generally, as well as just clean up the glass, the stateroom was now less dusty and more pleasant. Goth...

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Tempus Fugit

“Tempus fugit” is a Latin phrase that officially translates as “time flies.” What it really is, though, is a hoity-toity way of saying “old farts forget stuff.” The old fart in this instance being me—and what I forgot was that my novel 1632 was published exactly twenty years ago.

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