Off to the presses

My first novel, "Walter's Searchlight," was sent to the printer today. I plan to hold a release party/gathering in November. Stay tuned.

It was hard to pull the trigger. It was harder to admit there was nothing more to improve, nothing more to edit, nothing more to say. I'm sure I will want to change something every time I look at the thing.

I know this much: I wrote the book with love. And if you write with love, you'll never be wrong. This book was written to express the emotions of a downtrodden soul in search of his purpose in life. The book was not written to impress anyone, and this book is not a veiled autobiography.

On a strange side note, I felt as though Grandpa was there with me during the process. I wrote the book for me — because I didn't want to leave this Earth without seeing if I could do it. I wrote the book for my family — on the slim chance that it could help pay for my children's college. I wrote the book for Grandpa — because this was a story I never got to tell him, and I wanted to make him proud.