Sally Hanan, author

I'm writing a new novel!
I feel like a bit of a stalker, but I can happily say that when I typed one of my MC's full names into Google images, I found the face I shall use. I have now saved three pics of his face, yet he shall never know he is the inspiration for the male MC in this 85k-ish-word novel. 😄
And no, I will not post his photo here because I know what you Google image search peeps will immediately do! 🤣

Hate Radio, the novel I have written for Level4Press, is getting some interest from film studios. The most recent script Level4 sold to a studio was The Marksman, Netflix's #1 movie last week.

Here is the book https://www.amazon.com/Marksman-Robin-G-Mercier/dp/1646301064

Hate Radio should be published late next year, or maybe early 2027.

The Marksman The Marksman

Deconstruction, in its rawest form, is easy.
It requires no apprenticeship. It only needs frustration and a target. Reconstruction, however, is carpentry for the soul. It demands calloused knees, a steady hand, and the humility to measure twice before you cut. When you deconstruct with the intent to rebuild, the process changes. You don’t demolish the load-bearing beams just because they’re scarred. You test them. You ask, “Does this still carry weight? Does it point me to Christ or merely to nostalgia?”

Deconstruction without reconstruction is spiritual arson. You burn the house down, walk away, and call it freedom. But winter comes, and you’re left shivering in the charred foundation.

Reconstruction is slower, messier, humbler. You salvage nails bent by bad theology and straighten them for new beams. You invite carpenters older and wiser (Paul, Athanasius, Basil, Julian, Maximus, Clement, Guyon) who know the process. You pray the Psalms while you work, because vulnerable lament and honest praise both belong in the blueprint.

When the sawdust settles what remains is something timeless and something deeply personal.

The timeless is the Gospel stripped down to Jesus, crucified and risen, offering grace to enemies and friends alike. It’s communion shared across denominations because the table is bigger than our tribes.