LinhLD
@linhld.bsky.social
Working on a science fiction epic.
Themes of AI, philosophy, memory, politics, civilization, and the quiet weight of time.
This is my corner of Bluesky.
Nice to meet you.
Themes of AI, philosophy, memory, politics, civilization, and the quiet weight of time.
This is my corner of Bluesky.
Nice to meet you.
Finding a literary agent feels like the hardest mission in this journey.
Every email sent seems to vanish into a black hole, followed by an endless silence.
But I know they have to read through entire galaxies of words every week.
So I’ll keep trying, until one day, a signal finally comes back.
Every email sent seems to vanish into a black hole, followed by an endless silence.
But I know they have to read through entire galaxies of words every week.
So I’ll keep trying, until one day, a signal finally comes back.
November 11, 2025 at 11:29 PM
Finding a literary agent feels like the hardest mission in this journey.
Every email sent seems to vanish into a black hole, followed by an endless silence.
But I know they have to read through entire galaxies of words every week.
So I’ll keep trying, until one day, a signal finally comes back.
Every email sent seems to vanish into a black hole, followed by an endless silence.
But I know they have to read through entire galaxies of words every week.
So I’ll keep trying, until one day, a signal finally comes back.
Finally, my novel is complete and so is the synopsis.
Here’s a short excerpt from it.
If you were an agent, would this catch your attention?
...
Here’s a short excerpt from it.
If you were an agent, would this catch your attention?
...
October 28, 2025 at 5:35 PM
Finally, my novel is complete and so is the synopsis.
Here’s a short excerpt from it.
If you were an agent, would this catch your attention?
...
Here’s a short excerpt from it.
If you were an agent, would this catch your attention?
...
My villain is so dark it hides even from the narrator, devouring any thought that dares approach.
The twist? I barely need to write it at all.
The twist? I barely need to write it at all.
September 30, 2025 at 12:14 PM
My villain is so dark it hides even from the narrator, devouring any thought that dares approach.
The twist? I barely need to write it at all.
The twist? I barely need to write it at all.
Each chapter in Echoes of Tomorrow is a voice echoing from the future. Each of those echoes could have been told as a story of its own. But I chose something greater: to weave them together into a single saga, the 500 year future of humanity and artificial intelligence.
September 23, 2025 at 7:34 PM
Each chapter in Echoes of Tomorrow is a voice echoing from the future. Each of those echoes could have been told as a story of its own. But I chose something greater: to weave them together into a single saga, the 500 year future of humanity and artificial intelligence.
Translating my novel from Vietnamese into English feels like writing an entirely new book.
I’ve come to realize. English is astonishingly precise, its vocabulary is rich, layered, and often more specific than Vietnamese.
Through its English version, my novel has grown. English is extraordinary.
I’ve come to realize. English is astonishingly precise, its vocabulary is rich, layered, and often more specific than Vietnamese.
Through its English version, my novel has grown. English is extraordinary.
September 8, 2025 at 3:44 PM
Translating my novel from Vietnamese into English feels like writing an entirely new book.
I’ve come to realize. English is astonishingly precise, its vocabulary is rich, layered, and often more specific than Vietnamese.
Through its English version, my novel has grown. English is extraordinary.
I’ve come to realize. English is astonishingly precise, its vocabulary is rich, layered, and often more specific than Vietnamese.
Through its English version, my novel has grown. English is extraordinary.
The final stretch has appeared. I count the days, working as if walking on a tightrope, cautious yet eager for the moment the manuscript finally closes.
August 26, 2025 at 10:06 PM
The final stretch has appeared. I count the days, working as if walking on a tightrope, cautious yet eager for the moment the manuscript finally closes.
Editing this novel has left me confused.
I didn’t realize how obsessed I’ve become with perfection.
Read, revise. Read, revise. Again and again until I’m drained.
It’s a loop that feels endless.
Writers out there! how did you do it?"
I didn’t realize how obsessed I’ve become with perfection.
Read, revise. Read, revise. Again and again until I’m drained.
It’s a loop that feels endless.
Writers out there! how did you do it?"
July 30, 2025 at 10:30 PM
Editing this novel has left me confused.
I didn’t realize how obsessed I’ve become with perfection.
Read, revise. Read, revise. Again and again until I’m drained.
It’s a loop that feels endless.
Writers out there! how did you do it?"
I didn’t realize how obsessed I’ve become with perfection.
Read, revise. Read, revise. Again and again until I’m drained.
It’s a loop that feels endless.
Writers out there! how did you do it?"
A friend once mocked what I was doing, in the way they do best.
It took years, but now I can finally say:
"Great. Bring the real hell this time.
I’m ready to keep walking."
It took years, but now I can finally say:
"Great. Bring the real hell this time.
I’m ready to keep walking."
July 28, 2025 at 5:24 PM
A friend once mocked what I was doing, in the way they do best.
It took years, but now I can finally say:
"Great. Bring the real hell this time.
I’m ready to keep walking."
It took years, but now I can finally say:
"Great. Bring the real hell this time.
I’m ready to keep walking."
I’ve just realized something.
Finishing a novel is only part of the work.
Editing it, sharpening it, is the real, difficult journey.
Each round of edits feels like having to outgrow the version of myself.
We have to ask for more n more.
More than what we thought we could do when we first began.
Finishing a novel is only part of the work.
Editing it, sharpening it, is the real, difficult journey.
Each round of edits feels like having to outgrow the version of myself.
We have to ask for more n more.
More than what we thought we could do when we first began.
July 3, 2025 at 3:35 AM
I’ve just realized something.
Finishing a novel is only part of the work.
Editing it, sharpening it, is the real, difficult journey.
Each round of edits feels like having to outgrow the version of myself.
We have to ask for more n more.
More than what we thought we could do when we first began.
Finishing a novel is only part of the work.
Editing it, sharpening it, is the real, difficult journey.
Each round of edits feels like having to outgrow the version of myself.
We have to ask for more n more.
More than what we thought we could do when we first began.
There’s only one chapter left unwritten.
And I’ve realized something curious:
I have the time to choose when to begin it,
where to be when I do,
and maybe — just maybe —
I’ll even create a small ritual for it.
Some endings deserve more than just a keyboard.
And I’ve realized something curious:
I have the time to choose when to begin it,
where to be when I do,
and maybe — just maybe —
I’ll even create a small ritual for it.
Some endings deserve more than just a keyboard.
June 17, 2025 at 11:59 AM
There’s only one chapter left unwritten.
And I’ve realized something curious:
I have the time to choose when to begin it,
where to be when I do,
and maybe — just maybe —
I’ll even create a small ritual for it.
Some endings deserve more than just a keyboard.
And I’ve realized something curious:
I have the time to choose when to begin it,
where to be when I do,
and maybe — just maybe —
I’ll even create a small ritual for it.
Some endings deserve more than just a keyboard.
I shared my novel with a friend — the very first person to read it.
After finishing, she said:
This isn’t just imagination.
It’s not just a scifi story.
You’ve conjured a civilization.
A whole space-time continuum, with history, glory, collapse, faith, love, betrayal...
A different reality.’
After finishing, she said:
This isn’t just imagination.
It’s not just a scifi story.
You’ve conjured a civilization.
A whole space-time continuum, with history, glory, collapse, faith, love, betrayal...
A different reality.’
June 16, 2025 at 5:05 PM
I shared my novel with a friend — the very first person to read it.
After finishing, she said:
This isn’t just imagination.
It’s not just a scifi story.
You’ve conjured a civilization.
A whole space-time continuum, with history, glory, collapse, faith, love, betrayal...
A different reality.’
After finishing, she said:
This isn’t just imagination.
It’s not just a scifi story.
You’ve conjured a civilization.
A whole space-time continuum, with history, glory, collapse, faith, love, betrayal...
A different reality.’
At some point, my character and I started sharing the same emotional current.
I felt breathless — like my own shadow was smothering him.
Writing those chapters took weight off me, literally.
I lost a few kilos — and maybe a piece of joy, too.
I felt breathless — like my own shadow was smothering him.
Writing those chapters took weight off me, literally.
I lost a few kilos — and maybe a piece of joy, too.
June 4, 2025 at 7:50 PM
At some point, my character and I started sharing the same emotional current.
I felt breathless — like my own shadow was smothering him.
Writing those chapters took weight off me, literally.
I lost a few kilos — and maybe a piece of joy, too.
I felt breathless — like my own shadow was smothering him.
Writing those chapters took weight off me, literally.
I lost a few kilos — and maybe a piece of joy, too.
Some friends asked: why write this novel?
For money? A new job? Too much free time? Maybe even a wild dream?...
I’ve thought of all those.
But none of them were enough to keep me going.
The real answer?
You’ll find it — if you read the story.
For money? A new job? Too much free time? Maybe even a wild dream?...
I’ve thought of all those.
But none of them were enough to keep me going.
The real answer?
You’ll find it — if you read the story.
June 2, 2025 at 1:22 PM
Some friends asked: why write this novel?
For money? A new job? Too much free time? Maybe even a wild dream?...
I’ve thought of all those.
But none of them were enough to keep me going.
The real answer?
You’ll find it — if you read the story.
For money? A new job? Too much free time? Maybe even a wild dream?...
I’ve thought of all those.
But none of them were enough to keep me going.
The real answer?
You’ll find it — if you read the story.
Who are we? What does it all mean? Why does the universe exist?These r not just questions.
Through the two volumes of this novel, I intend to face them head-on.
Over 300,000 words, not to explain everything, but to draw a grand design.
One vast enough to contain meaning.
Bold enough to challenge it.
Through the two volumes of this novel, I intend to face them head-on.
Over 300,000 words, not to explain everything, but to draw a grand design.
One vast enough to contain meaning.
Bold enough to challenge it.
May 28, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Who are we? What does it all mean? Why does the universe exist?These r not just questions.
Through the two volumes of this novel, I intend to face them head-on.
Over 300,000 words, not to explain everything, but to draw a grand design.
One vast enough to contain meaning.
Bold enough to challenge it.
Through the two volumes of this novel, I intend to face them head-on.
Over 300,000 words, not to explain everything, but to draw a grand design.
One vast enough to contain meaning.
Bold enough to challenge it.
The closer I get to the final chapters, the more it feels like climbing a towering, snow-covered mountain. The last stretch is always the hardest.
But I want to reach the summit. It is where I'll find my story — fully, completely.
And return to share it with you.
But I want to reach the summit. It is where I'll find my story — fully, completely.
And return to share it with you.
May 20, 2025 at 6:28 PM
The closer I get to the final chapters, the more it feels like climbing a towering, snow-covered mountain. The last stretch is always the hardest.
But I want to reach the summit. It is where I'll find my story — fully, completely.
And return to share it with you.
But I want to reach the summit. It is where I'll find my story — fully, completely.
And return to share it with you.
These little monologues I post on Bluesky — each twist — somehow bring me closer to understanding my own character’s loneliness.
He’s so alone, in fact, that for several chapters, no one even knows his name.
No relationships, no one ever calls him by name.
He’s so alone, in fact, that for several chapters, no one even knows his name.
No relationships, no one ever calls him by name.
May 8, 2025 at 7:43 PM
These little monologues I post on Bluesky — each twist — somehow bring me closer to understanding my own character’s loneliness.
He’s so alone, in fact, that for several chapters, no one even knows his name.
No relationships, no one ever calls him by name.
He’s so alone, in fact, that for several chapters, no one even knows his name.
No relationships, no one ever calls him by name.
I’m so excited about my book, I wrote the preface before I even finished the whole story. It's normal, isn't it ?
May 8, 2025 at 7:32 PM
I’m so excited about my book, I wrote the preface before I even finished the whole story. It's normal, isn't it ?
Where I live, trying to write a novel feels like shouting into a void.
Most people around me haven’t opened a book in years.
A 170,000-word story?
To them, that’s Everest — only colder.
They don’t even start the climb. They just glance up, shiver, and walk away."
Most people around me haven’t opened a book in years.
A 170,000-word story?
To them, that’s Everest — only colder.
They don’t even start the climb. They just glance up, shiver, and walk away."
April 24, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Where I live, trying to write a novel feels like shouting into a void.
Most people around me haven’t opened a book in years.
A 170,000-word story?
To them, that’s Everest — only colder.
They don’t even start the climb. They just glance up, shiver, and walk away."
Most people around me haven’t opened a book in years.
A 170,000-word story?
To them, that’s Everest — only colder.
They don’t even start the climb. They just glance up, shiver, and walk away."
This is the closing line from the preface of my book.
With all my effort, I hope this book offers you a glimpse into a new world — a world of astonishing achievements, where humanity conquers the highest peaks and earns rewards worthy of dreams, no matter who you are.
With all my effort, I hope this book offers you a glimpse into a new world — a world of astonishing achievements, where humanity conquers the highest peaks and earns rewards worthy of dreams, no matter who you are.
April 22, 2025 at 10:14 AM
This is the closing line from the preface of my book.
With all my effort, I hope this book offers you a glimpse into a new world — a world of astonishing achievements, where humanity conquers the highest peaks and earns rewards worthy of dreams, no matter who you are.
With all my effort, I hope this book offers you a glimpse into a new world — a world of astonishing achievements, where humanity conquers the highest peaks and earns rewards worthy of dreams, no matter who you are.
Writing a science fiction epic is already overwhelming.
But publishing it—bringing it to readers—is another battle entirely.
And in the UK?
They’ve elevated that challenge into an artform.
But publishing it—bringing it to readers—is another battle entirely.
And in the UK?
They’ve elevated that challenge into an artform.
April 13, 2025 at 10:42 PM
Writing a science fiction epic is already overwhelming.
But publishing it—bringing it to readers—is another battle entirely.
And in the UK?
They’ve elevated that challenge into an artform.
But publishing it—bringing it to readers—is another battle entirely.
And in the UK?
They’ve elevated that challenge into an artform.
When I write, it’s just me and that world —
the one I step into,
walking alongside humanity through a journey that spans 500 years.
Words and ideas flow like a current from the universe,
channeled through my awareness.
Sometimes I feel like I’m only the vessel.
the one I step into,
walking alongside humanity through a journey that spans 500 years.
Words and ideas flow like a current from the universe,
channeled through my awareness.
Sometimes I feel like I’m only the vessel.
April 12, 2025 at 11:48 PM
When I write, it’s just me and that world —
the one I step into,
walking alongside humanity through a journey that spans 500 years.
Words and ideas flow like a current from the universe,
channeled through my awareness.
Sometimes I feel like I’m only the vessel.
the one I step into,
walking alongside humanity through a journey that spans 500 years.
Words and ideas flow like a current from the universe,
channeled through my awareness.
Sometimes I feel like I’m only the vessel.
Five centuries of humanity and AI.
A long, unfolding journey.
And somehow, I’m still here — still writing, still dreaming, still believing.
A long, unfolding journey.
And somehow, I’m still here — still writing, still dreaming, still believing.
April 12, 2025 at 11:09 PM
Five centuries of humanity and AI.
A long, unfolding journey.
And somehow, I’m still here — still writing, still dreaming, still believing.
A long, unfolding journey.
And somehow, I’m still here — still writing, still dreaming, still believing.
I'm writing a science fiction epic, something I never imagined myself doing before. And it's huge, especially for someone like me, an outsider. I've had to learn how to write every single sentence from scratch, face every wall a newbie writer runs into. It's been overwhelming and deeply emotional.
April 12, 2025 at 11:02 PM
I'm writing a science fiction epic, something I never imagined myself doing before. And it's huge, especially for someone like me, an outsider. I've had to learn how to write every single sentence from scratch, face every wall a newbie writer runs into. It's been overwhelming and deeply emotional.