In 2018, after much sleep deprivation, I answered the call to write a novel. I am not sure who called, but I distinctly heard voices, laughter, and serious tones from those talking, so I decided to begin the process of writing. Even though I couldn’t make out everything of what was said, I filled in the blanks. A lot of blanks. Now, over 130,000 words later, I have a completed novel. It started to be a story about a man who was had the worst fortune of anyone, seven funerals for seven wives. The longer I wrote, however, the more the story unfolded to be a mystery/thriller. I have to admit, it was the most fun I have had doing anything in a long time, and I enjoy doing a lot of things. I am actively seeking agent representation for said novel and I can’t wait to share the story with the world. It is a huge departure from anything I have written in the past, or done in the past, or said in the past, so for those that know me, they will likely scratch their heads, while hopefully turning page after page after page. Once I secure an agent, and have a publisher lined up, I will share more, including a date when it will both go on sale and the best sellers list.
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