Thank You
Mr. Coppadge, if you are reading this, I want to thank you. Thank you for everything this semester. I am far more confident in my work now that I took your Creative Writing class. Taking your class was one of the best decisions I ever made. My writing has improved with your imput. I want to write more than ever. I don't want creative writing to end, but all good things must end at some point.
I finally understand the purpose of this blog. I have to be honest in saying I thought it was ridiculous to start a blog that no one would read but you. But now I realize it's not about others seeing what I write. It's about me. This is a place for me to type out my thoughts. A place for me to grow. A place for me to be myself. To write my heart out. I don't know if I'll keep this blog up. I get too easily side tracked by writing and reading and video games and tumblr and everything else. Maybe I'll write when I need an outlet. Maybe I won't. But I hope I do. It feels more real to blog here than it does to blog in word. I like it. It's fun. It's where I can be me.
Thank you for the book. I started reading it at school today. Thank you for the message you wrote to me. It makes the gift all the more greater. I have enjoyed the book so far. I was enthralled the moment I read the first paragraph on the first page. The writing is elegant and kept me wanting to read more. It took me a moment to realize the book started with writing exercises. I'll have to do those. They seemed fun and through this blog I've realized that I like writing about myself and about my day. Maybe I'll write a memoir for the fun of it. I'll treasure that book, because it was given to me by someone that cares about what I have to say.











