I'm pretty much finished with my fifth novel, Second Chance. It's a football story about a man who loves football, missed out playing his senior year in high school because of an injury, and then gets a second chance to play when he's twenty-four. Sounds farfetched? Maybe. But stranger things have happened, and I tried to keep it realistic. But it's fiction after all, and so I ran with the story. I actually dreamed it. Then I ran with it.
It was around this time last year I had the dream. So I came in to work and wrote an outline or a quick synopsis of the story. I thought it was interesting enough to proceed, so I started writing it. And during every break I would write a little more. Until now, one year later, the first draft is just about done. I have to polish up the denouement which I wrote just yesterday, and I know I have to write a better conclusion to the story. I like ending books with a little something to think about for the reader, and I've yet to make that happen in Second Chance. I don't think that will be too hard, and then it will be finished.
Shall I try to find an agent for it? First I'm looking for a publisher for John Dunn. Killer Eyes is getting published this summer and I'm excited for that. As for an agent? Maybe. As for John Dunn? Fingers are crossed that I'll get a larger publisher. So many things are still ahead of me, and they're all still beyond the horizon. But you keep on truckin' until you get there, that's all.
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