Drinking from a Fire Hose...

,     After I finished writing my first book, I thought fun. After my second and third, I thought... fun. By the fourth, I realized I wasn't improving. Not so fun.
     It was about then that I decided I needed to do something if I was to ever get better. Shortly after that is when I met the trolls. The Troll River Publishing House is why I'm here. I know I could have kept my books under my bed and just went along as I was doing, but I knew by doing that I'd never improve. 
     I told a friend of mine that if they played the piano, and as they sat alone in their house, if they kept playing the wrong note they might eventually want to learn the right way to play. That is how I felt. It wasn't that I ever wanted to play in a grand concert hall, I just wanted to know the right notes. That is how writing goes for me. I just want to get better. 
    The women who have helped me learn are amazing. All of them are gifted writers and they all work very hard. I am very exciting to be sponging off of them. 
     That being said, the amount of information they toss my way is staggering. For all the Vets out there with a T.B.I. you might appreciate this term. The knowledge flow is like drinking from a fire hose. I can not gulp it all down. I can, however, endeavor to take sips, and I hope that when 1:05 a.m. comes out that you might all appreciate my efforts. Even if you hate the book, I'll be happy that I wrote it. That's enough. 
    That's a lie. You can all hate the book... but I want you all to but a copy! I want a patio for my back yard.