Like Amanda Hockings i have been trying to tap into this great formidable whirlwind of publishing. i have knocked on doors and would have been thankful if they had slammed in my face, At least they would have been open. i had climbs up walls only to have the rain come down and washed me back to the bottom. i may not be the best writer in the world. But i am a writer.
Wish i wasn't i would have loved to do something else with my time. Discover something new. Trail bugs in the amazon like those modern naturalist. Shake myself like Rehanna, or get some girls to walk around in swimwear like Tyra. All in the name of purpose. Something! instead i sit by my computer and write an write. The sun comes up and goes down but do i notice, i am too busy listening beyond what the eyes can see , seeing beyond the horizon. because that whats writers do. we have to glean the forgotten elements of this world and remind people of  them. 

But i am writing me a story, like this world has never seen, because its about me and my dreams and one day i would stay on top of my game like the rest of the lot. The world would listen, like Amanda got them to. There are many great talents out there. Many yet undiscovered, maybe with this blog some may emerge.