Hello, Everybody -- My name is Dave, and I'm a mid-50's man living in the Midwest, USA. I have reached the point where I have gained the life experiences needed to finish a novel started 35 years ago, or regret that I didn't do it until the end. The book was a suggestion by the professor of the Creative Writing course I took in college. She was curious as to why I was taking the course pass/fail, and surprised at my answer that it was a free elective as part of my engineering curriculum. She had assumed I was an English major and told me I was her best student. That was encouraging, but a career and life in general got in the way every time I got behind a keyboard. My situation has changed, and it is time. My story is a science fiction memoir about a Regular Joe recovering alcoholic who follows a beautiful girl, and suddenly finds himself by accident stuck in another world three billion years in the future. He faces several ordeals both good and bad, falls in love (of course), becomes a huge celebrity by "inventing" an everyday device humans take for granted, and becomes best friends with a genius inflicted with deadly disease treatable only by excessive consumption of alcohol. In the end he loses everything, including his mind, and is faced with a moral dilemma over if the result of his next action will be glorious or apocalyptic. All that time the book sat dormant seems to have been to my advantage. I am able to read it now and see that parts of it really, really suck, but others make my hairs stand up it is so good. I joined a couple writing forums a few years ago, but became discouraged because the mods and regulars were frankly a bunch of pompous a-holes; that was another excuse to put the book down. I stumbled across this forum searching for something totally unrelated, and was encouraged to join from the positive and constructive content here. Looking forward to learning and contributing where I can.