My introduction into writing started with an excuse for one of my schoolmates to miss a day of school. Way back in 1977 as we were getting closer to graduation my friend showed me a letter that his older sister had written. Her penmanship was more than just remarkable. It was as if she had written the letter in Calligraphy with a regular ink pen, but that wasn't the most impressive part. The most impressive part was the way she articulated the reasons why her little brother had to miss that day of school. After reading that letter we smiled at each other, because we both knew that there was no way he would be denied missing that day of school. My early endeavors into writing didn't amount to much. As matter of fact it took me more than 10 years to finish my first book "Eyes that See." That was after losing the manuscript several times due to murphy's law and then having to start over, along with navigating my way through the process of learning how to use Createspace( not to mention the gibberish that I had uploaded on my first go round), and also having to rewrite a 400 page document into Microsoft Word, along with the nightmares that I would never finish it, which all can be chalked up to perseverance. While I am still learning the nuances of becoming a writer( like getting reviews) as I become more attentive to the marketing aspect of selling a book, the whole experience has taught me the true meaning of nothing ventured, nothing gained. I don't think I will ever write 100's of books, but who knows, I never knew I could write three books( minus the one which was to controversial for Amazon), beginning way back in 1977, when my schoolmate's older sister had made a great first impression for me on how the pen is mightier than the sword.