I am an aspiring writer currently attempting to earn a degree above 98.6*F. I have two teenagers, and thus cannot survive on ink and parchment alone... though I'm silly enough to attempt it. I have but two remaining goals in life; earn an advanced writing degree, and have something I wrote make it onto the NY Times Best Seller List. Although, isn't that what we all want here? Sometimes "dreams" are just that, regardless of how hard we work at it. Thus please comment and kibitz on the work I have flayed out for the world to see. It is my life, and life is defined by the world in which we perceive ourselves to exist. Adjust my perception as necessary (oh, and I perceive my spelling to be horrendous).