As long as I could remember I have wanted to be an author. This was before wanting to be a teacher or wanting to be an Olympic wrestler. Ever since the third grade I knew I wanted to see my name in print, I wanted to tell stories and I wanted to write books. Are there any out there that had his desire for so long?

It is weird to think how far back this dream of mine goes. When I was in the third grade I wanted to be a writer so badly that my aunt got me a typewriter for Christmas. What 8 year old asks for a typewriter when the Atari 2600 is available? This one. When I was in the 4th grade my teach Ms. McClain, who was probably as old as language itself, would let me read my stories to the class. I remember at the time I was fascinated with UFOs and abductions and stuff. In the fifth grade I tried to put together a joke book (god know I was reading a lot of them). In the seventh grade I wrote my first novel. It was called Kid Kops, about a boy who was turned into an undercover narc. It got diluted towards the end, but I did make it all the way through.

I have always been fascinated with books. I loved reading as a child. I started with Sweet Pickles books and moved up to Judy Bloom and Douglas Adams. In middle school I read all the Encyclopedia Brown's I could get my hands on. In high school I wrote three volumes of poetry (worst than the Vogons could ever produce).

But the dream of being an author was there. I wanted to tell stories and move people. Most people know that I started writing on the TG boards with The Wishing Blanket that was first posted on FictionMania. That attracted the attention of Erin who invited me over to BC. My first story here was How Life Can Change. I cringe at times at what I wrote, but people like it for some reason. I honed my craft, and wrote God Bless the Child. To be honest, the first go around is vastly different than what's in print now. I learned a lot, I got better, my stories became more concise (hard to believe for works over 100k words).

So here I am with a dream. To be an author. Have I realized that dream? I don't know. In some ways I think I have, in other ways (the lack of a publisher) I feel I still have a way to go. I have sold books in every country that Amazon serves and I find that amazing, funny, and humbling all at the same time. I have a ton of reviews (a lot of them good, some of them make me want to hunt down the person and beat them with my own manuscripts). I am touching people. I even have a book of the year (unreachable 2013). I feel like I am on the cusp of something, and it is a good feeling.

Now I am writing a biography. It's at 100k words and I'll probably be asking for advice soon. I think this may be my real shot at getting not only a publisher, but on the NYTimes best seller list. I tend to dream big, I know no other way. But dreaming big means I sometime diminish what I've already done, so I have to remind myself of the road I've traveled every so often.

I want to thank all the people who stuck by me. I know I don't write the common story that appears on the sites but I get 10 or 12 people willing to take a look and leave a comment or kudo. Sometimes I'll slide into negativity, I try not to, but little notes and things help remind me that I am making a little bit of an impact. I want to thank Erin for the site. It has helped me grow. I also appreciate Amazon for their platform, awesomeness personified.

I will soon be embarking on the sequel to Unreachable, but need to get the biography at least to the editing phase. Hopefully I will have something wonderful in store for all. Please, support those who show promise, even if you don't like the particular story, a word of encouragement can go a long way.