Not totally unexpected, but Wednesday evening my wife was admitted for what we thought was the start of labor. Nearly 20 hours later… And we’re still waiting.

When my mom passed, I immediately began thinking about what I want to leave behind. These moments waiting for the birth of my son create a lot of those same feelings. There’s a desire to give him more than I had. I want him to reach his full potential, and not be afraid of the adventure in front of him.

I think some of that comes out in the book, and I can’t wait to get that finished and in the hands of some beta readers, but for now, I’m awaiting a brand new character in my story. He’s just making a dramatic entrance…