So, this is my oldest book-length work. It’s a memoir I wrote up from the journal I kept during my 9 months in Afghanistan. The original working title was “How the Army Tried to Kill Me.”

I sent it to an agent I know and he very kindly told me he liked it, but that it needed work to appeal to an audience that didn’t know me personally. I started implementing those changes, draft 2, and then sidetracked myself to work on Music Man.

In a disturbing note, I can’t find my pictures from Afghanistan right now. I’m still looking but they may have died with my work machine. Which would just be stupid.

Edit: Found them. Whew. Backing up now. In multiple places.

Edit: Just made a new friend, a woman who blogs in a wildly entertaining manner and is only slightly annoying to deal with. A bit of a whiner, but we can work past that.  Anyway, she’s helping me edit the Empire of Dirt into something a little more entertaining. Joy!

At My Ease in the Empire of Dirt

At My Ease in the Empire of Dirt