I am in the process of finishing a book. Funny thing, I thought when you were done, you were done. I even went to the stationary store and printed a copy for myself. Ha ha. Jokes on me. Apparently, not so. After talking with a good friend who is a writer, I discovered quite a few things were yet ahead. Including the fact that this type of book should be longer. I had about 35,000 words, but this category should be around 50-55,000 words. Okay. back to the drawing board I went

Scene One: Central New Jersey, a quiet little suburb of Red Bank near the East coast of the Atlantic Ocean. Fade slowly in: Many years ago I was quietly sitting in my living room reading. It was early evening and my family was around the house doing their respective routines like homework, watching TV and washing clothes. It was a typical evening in the Burr home. I don't remember what I was reading, except that it was spiritual in nature. Probably something by Peter Wagner,