Ninety-one thousand words.

Three years, six months, fourteen days in the writing (so far).

A story that spans thirty years, two continents, three generations, and at least four planets.

Two friends who learn what can happen when you decide to trust one another, and of course, follow your dog.

It’s time for this novel to go into the world and seek its fortune. Whether it turns out to be a prodigal son or an orphan, it will always be the book that taught me I wanted to be a writer.

It’s not a hill, it’s a mountain, when you start out the climb. Look for me, I’ll be shouting… we’re gonna make it all the way to the top. – U-2, I’ll Go Crazy if I Don’t Go Crazy Tonight (and my best friend).