My recollection of first posts on blogs is that they seem hopeful and doomed. The writers signal that more is on the way, yet we read these first posts because the more that would have buried them from view never arrived.

English Composition in high school was the first class I failed. This happened not because my writing was poor, but because my hopes for my writing were so high that I never allowed myself to start.

Beyond those remarks, words fail me. But the deadline is here. I post.