I've always wanted to write a book. Back in college (which is way too long ago for my liking) I started writing one inspired by the summer I spent on a co-ed bar league softball team. My intentions to write that book, sadly, faded away. At the beginning of 2016 though, I decided to sit down and try writing again. Why again? I had recently grown addicted to beach reads, but quickly noticed that most of them featured the same sect of people: rich white women. I'd be lying if I said I didn't find books featuring these characters entirely fascinating. But I longed for some diversity--in all aspects: gender, race, sexuality, class, age, etc. What transpired over the next ten months or so was a complete dedication to writing the story that (for the most part) came effortlessly to me. I loved the feeling produced by going back and reading a completed chapter. To this day, I'll still read something I wrote and think to myself, "I wrote that?"
My book isn't an Earth-shattering creation destined to change the course of history. It is a lighthearted novel focused on a few central themes--namely family, love, friendship. Of course, being a born and bred Buffalonian, the book's setting is Buffalo. They always say you should write what you know, and there are few things I know better than Buffalo.