Four years after I finally committed to writing the damn thing, I finished the final draft of MURDER BOY tonight. I’ll have more on Friday (or possibly tomorrow depending on how bored I get on Thanksgiving) about the writing of it and my plans for it, but this is a huge book for me. The book I was meant to write. I haven’t had so much of my self in a book since my very first novel, LUNCHBOX HERO. I’ve been working on this book in some form or another for almost six years, before I had a wife or kids or a house or a career. I finished the first draft in 2009 right after Holly was born and I’ve been figuring out the best way to tell that story since then. Now it’s told. And it feels AWESOME.
Have a great Thanksgiving.