Unfinished manuscripts are like childrenwho just won’t grow up. They have so much potential. You know they do, but for whatever reason, they just won’t move–or they move so slowly it doesn’t feel as though they are. I have a number of thisunruly childrenfrolicking around my hard drive and thought I might put one out in the universe and see what happens.

Some of you may have heard me mentioning a story about a young female boxer some time ago…well, here is the never published, unedited first ch...