The adventures of super turkey

I believe it was in 6th grade that I learned how much I enjoyed writing. I wrote a story called The Adventures of Super Turkey - it must have been some Thanksgiving themed writing - and it was picked by Mr. Reppard to be read in front of the class. Although I didn't think the story to be too shabby I was still nervous as hell to read it in front of a class full of unforgiving, pre-pubescent peers. The story full of humor and, well... adventure, was met with friendly laughter and applause.

That was 20 years ago and I've done a lot more writing since then, though never again about a turkey. All along the way my writing has been met with favorable response by friends, family and professors. I even dared once to enter a poem in a contest held by a local paper and won second place. Despite the years of praise I still often wonder, "Does anyone really enjoy reading this crap I write?" And apparently from the emails, phone calls and other various comments the answer is "yes." So thank you to everyone who reads and enjoys my writings, and especially to those who tell me how cool my blog is. Twenty years of stroking just hasn't been enough for my ego.