I am a young writer. Being young at this craft means I have only a slight idea what I am about so, I carry on as I know. I shall continue aiming and shooting at this mockingbird (catch that pun?) which is in constant motion, with the hope that when it finally lands in my hands, it will hold the answer in a piece of paper rolled up to the size of a cigarette and tied to its foot. A message from the gods; a wink and a nod that maybe, just maybe, I am steering this ship the right way.