Chapter 30: Syd Actually Wrote a NovelThe sky was blue. Not a cloud in sight. It was seventy-five degrees outside. Same as yesterday and the day before.
Picking up the newspaper out of the bush near his trailer, Syd scoffed. This northern California weather was unreal. He still couldn’t believe it. He took a moment to gaze out at the sand dunes on the other side of the highway. From the trailer park, he couldn’t see the ocean, but he could feel it and that was almost enough.
Every day, at sundown, he went for his long walk by the sea, thinking about the book. About the end he knew he’d have to write in the coming weeks. He’d done it. He’d written a damn novel. A pretty good one, too, according to Stan, his constant reader.
In the next months, he’d be pitching the book to a few publishin
