you gotta start somewhere, right?

I would never spend hours a week hunkering in front of a computer screen, fingers click-clacking away at the keys, if it weren't for one very important person...my fourth grade teacher, Mr. B.
Let's just say without Mr. B, I never would have known I had something of a talent for writing. He read one of my stories, said wow, and proceeded to read every other piece of garbage I produced until I left that elementary school. He commended me on every one. Now that I look back at most of those stories, they really were bad, but for a fourth-grader with absolutely no writing experience whatsoever, I guess they were of a precocious caliber. Well, I've always promised I would dedicate something to Mr. B. And my first book has yet to be published (I'm looking for an agent if you know any quality ones), so for now this bloggins post is dedicated to Mr. B. Until I can find something better. :-) I mean, Mr. B really jump-started my writing career...so for that, I have to say thanks. I'm in it for the long haul now.