Aiden Lawrence is one frustrating fellow.
I always loved the name Aiden as a possible name for my future son (disclaimer: I am not expecting a child right now). When I started writing Eastbound Sailing two years ago, it began as a letter to my future son. Warning him about what he might experience. Dreaming about the person he’ll become.
The concept was great. Then it got frustrating. Read the rest of this entry »