 Allen Straith 2006-12-19 . chapter 1Wow. Thats the only word that can describe this. Wabbit's Angel, I rememebr when you were a litte girl who loved to write, but your style has hardly anything. And I was so proud of you when you started to form a style simliar to my own, and now you make me smile, and you know why? Because this is nothing like I write. Know what that means? It means that you have grown up as a writer, and no longer need a mentor. *cries*. I call you my daughter, and I call you that because I have taught you how to write. Now you are my little girl who has found a lover, named The Art of Word, and you have mastered it well.
Someday I look foward to seeing your book on the number one bestseller list. If I see anything less, I would be disspointed. Only because I know your number one. Good work, Wabbit's Angel. Keep it up, and you might just become the best America has ever known.
Golly, your even surpising me. Good luck my dear, and God Speed. |