I finished writing chapter 11 of “A New Home” the other day. This book is meant to be light-hearted and fun, but this chapter.
Is it wrong to bust out laughing at your own words?
The chapter started out as a story from my past. Then I saw a newspaper article that gave me an idea, and I ran with it. In the end, it is nineteen pages of pure fun, with several belly-laughers.
I won’t give away the story. Not yet, at least.