The Beginning

I used to write all the time. When ever I wanted to. I could go weekends and write and do what I wanted. And the funny thing was—in all that time, in all those years, I produced very little in the way of completed works. It wasn’t until my first marriage that I got my first computer and actually wrote an entire novel.

I remember being so proud of it. 123, 000 words. Yep. A novel about a vampiric pop band and their ‘family’ and a hair-stylist who caught the eye of their base guitarist. I still...