For so long I believed the only thing I'd ever be passionate about is the teaching career I'm hoping on getting in the future.  I believed that everything in my life would revolve around that until my imagination started running wild, and my only thought was to get it down on paper.  Sure, I'm not that good of a writer, I know and admit that.  I try to go to fast and don't use enough details, but that's what makes me realize that I could have a future as an author.  I can revise one story over and over again, not until it's perfect to everybody else, but until it's perfect to me.  If you're reading this, thank you.  Thank you so much, because that means you actually took the time to try and get to know the author.  To learn what everything is really like.  And I'll tell everybody one thing.

I don't even know what will happen next.