vituperation

Lordy.

On or around October 1st, I got it into my head that I might try my hand at a long piece of fiction. Like, book long. I sat down and penned a scene (which I posted here) in which a father gets a phone call in the middle of the night from his son…who has been dead for almost a year.

Five months and almost eighty thousand words later, I’m so close to the end I can taste it. If things go the way I want, I’ll finish it this weekend.

So I say; I’m quite the procrastinator. It’s far easier to think about writing something than actually write it.

Once I’m done, and have it polished up–something else I’ve been doing along the way–to where I want it, I’ll hand it off to an agent to be sold.

(he said, full of confidence)

It’s funny. They say that writing the book is the easy part. It’ll be fun to see how the next part goes.

Not that anyone ever still reads here, given my proclivity for long absences, below is my hook for the novel. If you’re a thriller reader, would something like this pique your interest?

(comments greatly appreciated)

What would a father do to save his child?

Matt Freeman could not be happier when his son Andrew is miraculously cured of terminal cancer by an experimental gene therapy treatment. Then, Andrew is killed in a freak accident, and Matt’s life disintegrates around him.

A year later, he is still struggling with his loss when a midnight call brings a single electrifying word: “Daddy?”

He races into the Nevada desert to find Andrew not only alive but in possession of an incredible new ability, on the run from those he calls “bad people.” Now Matt must protect his son from an unknown enemy willing to stop at nothing to get Andrew back—who has the resources to turn Las Vegas into a full-scale battlezone.

This is going to be the longest day of his life.

(working title: No Limit)

In honor of the day, and the man.