I wrote my first few books in the shadows of some of my darkest days. I wrote them knowing they may never see the light of a publishing day. I wrote them, along with a prayer, that they would help someone, even if that someone were only me.

Those four books are on my shelf in notebooks. A few people have read them. They are raw and brutal. They may never be published, and I am good with that.

I prayed to God that I didn't care if they were published; I felt compelled to speak the words onto a page. I needed to process it before I launched.
It has been cathartic for me to write. It continues to be.

Cameron Lost is my newest effort and is still in the loving hands of my editor. The premise for the book is a look.

The "look" was the dark dead eyes of sin. Maybe you've seen it before. When people you know start living a hypocritical life. A life they would have jumped down your throat over if the roles were reversed, but now they are eagerly pursuing. 

Maybe you've experienced this at some point in your walk with someone you loved. I watched my brother get hit by a bulldozer- the deceitfulness of sin- and I couldn't talk him back off the ledge. He lived with me for five months, and no talking, pleading, or convincing could change his mind.

Then an unwanted visitor showed up, and everything changed.

Cameron Lost explores what goes on inside the heart of such deception. The lies that are embraced, the vows people make, and the underlying unbelief fuel such a mindset.

It's a wild ride. More to come! 
The countdown is approaching.