After many reader requests and suggestions, I've written a short chapter from the perspective of a character who didn't get his own voice in The Day He Went Away. I've told you why I wrote it, but now there's a new angle. Enjoy!
First off, let me apologize. I don't normally email twice in a week. (Or month, really). And never in consecutive days. But, I didn't have a choice. Free book days coincided with a blog post where I ask to be your friend, so, I just had to roll with it.
A few weeks ago a person who read The Day He Went Away reached out to me. We chatted, and soon realized that although we now live across the country from each other, we went to neighboring high schools at the same time.
You know when you wake up from a dream and you can't stop thinking about it? That's what happened on April 26th, 2014. At 5a.m., of course. I grabbed my phone and wrote down every detail I could remember, including how I felt upon waking. And then I spent the rest of...
I'm a fighter. I'm into perseverance, hard work, and all that jazz. But I also believe in knowing when it's time to fold. There is peacefulness in knowing when you've tried long enough and can accept that it's time to move on.