Mr. Hillyer And Blueboards

Here's the deal. I have been writing and writing and writing most of my life. I went to a teeny tiny school for the last of my elementary years and then what we at that time called junior high. There was a teacher at that school, Mr. Hillyer, who saved every Friday for creative writing. We listened to cool and hip music and wrote stories for an hour. He'd give us lists of items or a story beginning or several names or something and we were to create a story around it. He'd read them, critique them and pass them back to us. I LOVED this class and Mr. Hillyer will forever have a place on my best teacher shelf because of it. So, fast forward to today, I've been writing ever since and now have one complete manuscript, several half finished ones and have signed up to write one in the month of November. All this on my own with no help or organization or buddy system. I am alone, or so I thought. One day, cruising the web because I was tired of my whining sniveling self, I ran across what is affectionately called the Blueboards by its members. It is a writers'/illustrators' heaven. I joined and have been talking and learning from a whole community of people just like me. See, I'm not completely crazy. There are others out there with my same disease. It has given me a thirst for writing that had been gone for a long time. So, I just want to say, thank you Mr. Hillyer for starting it all and thank you to everyone on the blueboards who are facilitators of my writing illness. Hopefully, I'll learn enough to write something worthy of publication.