I hope for a lot of things before time unapologetically stabs me in the kidneys and laughs at me as those hopes dwindle. That is very melodramatic, and in most cases, those hopes are not based in reality. I really hoped someone would just give me a billion or so dollars before I turned 21. That didn’t happen. For this instance, I’m going to fight back time. I am determined to get the second book absolutely completed and off to publishing before I head back to school to finish my bachelor’s on the 25th of August. Time might have a knife, but I always carry my .380 (when the law permits) in my back pocket.