George Orwell once said "All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.".

I've spent almost every weeknight of the past 2 weeks removing and revising and editing. It was tiring and frustrating but totally worth it. I feel a sense of accomplishment, that I haven't felt in a very long time. I must say It's an AWESOME feeling :) It reminds me of winning highschool games, championships, graduations, promotions, ect. I haven't felt this way since.... Well I can't even remember. Maybe there is hope and I'm not a lost cause after all.

I've been thinking about having someone read over it for some outside perspective. I could use some creative criticism. I can't imagine anyone who would actually be interested or would take the time to read it. If you happen to stumble upon my ramblings here and want to help me out please let me know and I'll send you a copy.