Every story begins with an idea. But somewhere along the way, the idea starts talking back.

For me, that moment came when Deacon showed up.

He wasn’t in the book outline. He wasn’t planned. He just appeared. Broken, angry, and carrying more guilt than one man should. I remember writing his first scene by the fire, feeling like I was overhearing a confession I wasn’t supposed to hear. That’s when I realized The Last Adam wasn’t just about light versus darkness, it was about how grace can reach you, even when someone’s given up on it.

That’s the thing about writing a story like this: Mary’s quiet courage, Joseph’s doubt, Raphael’s defiance , they all began to reveal pieces of what it means to be human, even for those who aren’t.

Sometimes people ask me how I created such a large world... angels, demons, politics, faith, science... all colliding.

The truth is, I didn’t “create” it all at once. I built it one paragraph at a time. One character at a time. Each driven by a question I couldn’t stop asking:  What if the presence of Christ had not yet appeared on earth, and If the divine walked among us again, would we recognize it?

And as I continue writing, I’m learning that the hardest battles aren’t fought with swords or special powers. They’re fought inside us, every day, between who we are and who God means for us to be.

Until next time!