Hello there, friends!
I am an odd human.
I suppose this goes without saying, if you look back at everything I have done in my life, like committing myself to becoming a writer, or staying up until ungodly hours thinking about fictional people that no one but myself truly understands.
Since the first conception of this novel, Haywood Micaye, in some way or another, has been on my mind. And that’s partly why I am calling myself odd right now, because in all reality he isn’t the kind of person you would like to dwell on for long periods of time.