June sees the launch of my new novel, Those Below The Tree House. In it, four boys are trapped in a tree house with dwindling supplies during a nightmarish outbreak. H'oh, boy. If only I'd known.  The book's original release date of 2018 never happened due to the work catching the attention of an agent. We shopped it around to the Big 5, and though it garnered great interest, marketing found it too extreme. No one could seem to understand that YA characters did not mean a YA book, and (at least now) I'm fine with that. Diluting the horror meant diluting the message -- the world has teeth. And I just couldn't do it. It went through two possible movie options. The first fell short due to one particular scene, and though I agreed to remove the scene, the person acquiring the rights dropped the project like a child who'd found a worm in his sandwich. Again, what can I say? The second one didn't happen because, well, 'movie people'. They're as mysterious to me as writers are to others. So, moving on. Already, the book has made two reviewers' "best coming-of-age" lists, and I'm greatly humbled. The book did land me an amazing agent, and even received incredible blurbs from Richard Chizmar and Simon Clark. So, at the end of the day, I'm happy. It's an ode to Brian Keene's Ghoul and Richard Laymon's The Traveling Vampire Show, a novel with teeth and a whole lot of heart. And I sincerely hope readers enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. However our current situation affects  the release is yet to be seen, but I'm still excited. It's been through the ringer for two years and still fightin' and kickin', and much like the kid in the novel, I think it'll come out the other end and see the light of day.