The next one is not fantasy. No mountains, no ancient evil, no stone.
It is a group of kids who build their own wrestling federation in a backyard, and find family, purpose, and courage doing it. The Sandlot meets professional wrestling.
It is the closest thing to a true story I have written, and it is the one I am most nervous about, which I have decided is a good sign.
It is in progress. I am not putting a date on it until I can stand behind one.
