I've recently finished my first novel and am actively seeking a literary agent and publisher.

Writing your first book can be quite a battle. Wrestling free a cohesive manuscript from the ether is a challenge for anyone and some nights this book was a monster, a clawed and gnarled dream-thing that nudged me awake each night for months and begged me to come out and play. I grappled with this horned phantom- so calmly referred to as a manuscript- for too long, most often in the wee hours of the morning; sometimes with good results and sometimes with bad...a broken lamp, several bruised eyes and more scratches than I had Band-Aids to cover. Despite the carnage, something besides blood and tears was spilled from me and splashed upon the bright pages. Occasionally, coherent sentences arrived, shiny and defiant, with their chins set squarely and fists thrust firmly into the face of the beast. They stood proudly… sometimes briefly… some were crushed: mashed between the Monster's teeth and carried away, kicking and screaming, back into the shadows. I can only hope that a few remain, but I know, the Monster hates to lose. My solution is to thrust its lashing tail and snapping jaws in your direction. I must publish to quiet the beast. So be careful- it will be out in your world soon.

You may ask why I would unleash this holy terror upon you, an unsuspecting traveler on the web. Perhaps I felt it necessary to claim vengeance for a horrible wrong you’ve committed in your life. It’s possible. No one’s perfect. Then again, it could be that my own body, mind and bladder have begun to quiver and fail in the constant glowing red gaze of the speckled beast. Quite probably true…

However, I believe at the heart of the matter the truth is really very simple. When you fight a Monster, it helps to bring a friend. If I am to have this demon tearing through my head and wreaking havoc on my sleep patterns, why not you? Hmm?

Who knows? Maybe in its scaly, tangled pages you’ll be able to find something you can enjoy, a bit of humor, some suspense, maybe even a little hope thrown in for good measure. Nonetheless, when you read it in the future, travel carefully, and if you hear something breathing over your shoulder or if you should happen upon the bloody remains of one of those brave and shiny sentences that went down screaming… just a hint…

Get out of there.