I never felt good enough to publish my writing. I was afraid I’d embarrass myself. Who would care what I had to say? What makes my perspective worth writing about?
A year ago today, I said fuck all that and published my first novel, Last Chance California.
SPOILER ALERT: There’s a Christmas miracle, but only after another twenty-four hours of pure hell trying to publish Last Chance California.
Last Chance California highlights the lasting effects of child abuse through the eyes of a deeply flawed, heartbroken, and cynical millennial as he tries to overcome the burden of his violent early years by chasing his American Dream.
