I've rewritten this bad boy a half-dozen times and it never stops sounding pretentious... My life's dream is to be able to make a living drinking tea and reading Middle-grade Fiction. Writing Middle-grade fiction is a close second. Being a naive child, I'll probably keep plugging away at it until I'm sniveling in a gutter somewhere and I FINALLY realize that I should have become an accountant. Regardless, I'm not quite there yet, so lets have some fun, yeah?