I feel as if it's been ten years since I last picked up a pen and said "Yes, now I'm going to write". In reality, it's been less than two, but none of the works I've done could be considered half-way decent. At least to my eyes.

I still consider everything I write on the same level as you'd put slop for a pig, but something has changed for me. It's going to sound very silly and immature, but bear with me please.

I got an A on an English paper.

The teacher spoke with me about the paper, and has demanded that I write, and write, and write. She feels that I have a chance, a real fighting chance, of getting published. One letter has brought my old dream back from the dead, and reminded me that I am and will always be a writer.

I've neglected deviant art for a long, long time. I started off on a great foot, but shortly after my last post here it all went to seed.

Let's see if I can start back fresh.