I've penned those cherished words that every author rejoices in putting onto paper: "THE END." Remarkably, this marks the fourth time I've declared it! However, as of today at 6:00 PM, I can truly proclaim that I've meticulously refined, added, subtracted, and skillfully woven both moments of elation and sorrow into the lives of my characters. This, my friends, is indeed THE END.

Tomorrow, The Boy in the Hemlock Tree embarks on its journey to literary agents, and I hold out hope that one of them will embrace this work and usher it into the world of publication. It's been a daily odyssey, spanning three and a half years, spent hunched over my computer for up to fifteen hours a day, with only about thirty days of respite scattered within that timeframe.

Regrettably, I'm unable to share complete chapters to avoid the appearance of self-publishing. Nonetheless, I'm thrilled to offer a few tantalizing teasers until the stories of Mackey McGillacutty, Dink Westergaard, and David Holcombe step into the light for all to witness. (Fingers crossed!) If you happen to know any literary agents who specialize in upmarket books, I would be immensely grateful if you could direct them my way.

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