One last time...

So I've read my book twice in the last month. Once for plot, the second time for tedious errors. I still don't think I have any idea how to use the English language. But that's not the problem.

There seems to be something going on with everything. There's a certain hardcore element to the book. There are parts of it that I wrote in college. Un-edited journal entries that I'm going to send out into the world. They were my babies back then -- writing things down and I thought I had them taken care of. Then, reading them again, meticulously, I realized little has changed in me from when I'd spend hours writing away at what was going on in my head.

In one way, it's refreshing. Despite a new major, a college degree and three years working, I still am the same person on the inside.

In the other way, it's completely terrifying. I've realized that all of my personal problems still linger, despite the fact I thought I had them taken care of. It's not even close to that.

So, those of you that knew me from WSU, know that what you'll be reading is what I'm still going through. Those of you that didn't know me then, know that I share more with my characters than what I thought.

Still, knowing that life will never be perfect and the chance to explore it is amazingly beautiful, this is where I'm very happy to say I am. I'm very happy to say I was.

I'm glad, now, that I know the difference.