1:05 a.m. is a futuristic, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, romance novel. Wow, that's a mouthful! Here is my quick pitch. I didn't want to give too much away. I think I could be more vague. 

​     The plan to save her step-brother was simple.
     First, Karma would have to get into the underground Water Base. She had to get through the ice on the surface of the planet, but she could do it. It was achievable.
     Second, she would have to kill her mystery target. It wasn’t the first time she had taken a contract where she wasn’t sure who she was killing. It was possible.
     Third, she would have to return to the Equator before one of the other assassins caught her. It was feasible.
     It seemed simple; to bad love got in the way.

     I hope this entices you to pick up the book (aka buy it) and enjoy the story. If not, I'll have to rewrite a better pitch and try again. 

​     Four years ago I was conducting, what I consider, the most stressful job in the military; it didn’t require a lot of thought process. All we had to do was find bombs, and stay alive. As crazy as it sounds, that was some fun times.
     I was a lead security gun truck commander for a route clearance platoon in Afghanistan. At the time, I never would have imagined myself writing a blog, or even a book. I’ll have to be the first to admit, I have no idea what I am doing.  Blogging and writing a book requires me to actually think, and master the spoken language. Unlike in the military, where all of our decisions are made for us, and every other word is “fuck”. The military (in a lot of ways) was easy.  

(I am in the front seat of my RG-31 MK7 getting hit by a 40 pound I.E.D. {Improvised Explosive Device}. This was the last time I was on mission, and the strike that awarded me the Purple Heart.)
             
  


     I have been working on 1:05 a.m. since I got home from Afghanistan. I’m not sure where my inspiration started. I do know I have been talking to my wife about it for quite some time before I put pen to paper. I took some writing courses to help me with the writing process. The military writing is completely different from college level courses, which took some time to reprogram this old damaged brain of mine. With my injuries sustained from the blast, pictured above, I am limited on what kind of job I can do. I used to be in construction, but I no longer can do the physical aspects of the work. I found myself with ample amount of time on my hands, and a story wanting to be written. With the help of my amazing wife I accomplished 1:05 a.m.

Hopefully, you will all read it one day soon.
Where am I going with this? Oh yes, what am I doing? I have no idea!  Ahh, life with a T.B.I. (Traumatic Brain Injury).

​Now how do I end one of these?.....