As 2014 came to a close, so too did my writing "career" (if you want to call it that). My real job had taken over my life; what free minutes I had were spent with the kiddos. Now that the chaos and nightmare has abated, I'm again feeling the itch to write.

Well, write and actually publish something. Something worthwhile. I'm looking at my pile of books and cringe: Some are decent and I'm proud of; others are quite... amateur. But what the hell, eh? I don't necessarily do this to make money, and if even one reader enjoys something I've written, I feel as if I have succeeded.

Anyway.

So I have a solid draft of a book about a mythical fourth wise man (riffing on We Three Kings) and themes from the Nativity. My wife has graciously edited it and I'm cleaning up the dross and flubs now.

If anyone would like to take a look at it for me, I'd be much appreciated.

In my beginnings as a writer, I was way too eager to pull the trigger on publishing anything; now, I've gone the other way and am quite gun-shy. But I think this book has better character development and a stronger message of forgiveness and hope.

That's all for now.