Writing is an endeavor. When I first started out, I thought I could write a book in six months and have it published. Boy, was I wrong. I had written a 400-page monstrosity for which I was unable to tame. The rewrite of those 400 pages was too much for my unskilled self. Now, after nearly ten years of working to improve upon the craft, I’ve finally arrived at a place I can create and publish my works. I’m grateful for the time spent each morning, each night, weekend afternoons. I am even more grateful when those who find my writings, read them, and thoroughly enjoy them. It’s what keeps me going.