Am i going to screw this up?

It was suggested to me that maybe i should start a blog about my adventures with my garden, so i figured i would give it a whirl.
I never in a million years dreamed i would ever be a farmer or want to be a farmer, i sadly assumed i would be a famous artist. Art school is a hell of a drug. Turns out the world of art is not for me, there is far too much bullshit for my liking. After a few years of basically just existing and attempting to put some sort of dent in my student loans i had the brilliant idea to become a pastry chef. I love baking and i love eating baking, what better thing for me to do with my life, right? Wrong, after working with chef's for a few years i started to get sick, REALLY, REALLY sick. My stomach was constantly upset, i threw up regularly, i had no energy, and every time i ate something i felt like i was going to die. Turns out i had contracted C-Difficile, and i didn't get the regular C-Diff that everyone else gets; oh no, i got the crazy strain that wouldn't go away and couldn't give a shit about anti biotics.
A year and a half i was on my couch half dead just waiting to die, to be honest at times i wished for death. The whole thing was excruciating and i wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. At the end of my ordeal i went to see a doctor in Toronto because i still wasn't feeling very good at all, we did some tests and it turns out that i'm a celiac. Life is strange sometimes, you think you're on your path and then a giant crater opens and it forces you to turn back. So that one piece of information from my doctor changed my entire path in life.
After i got back from the doctor i decided i would start growing my own food, and since my fiance is Italian and we eat enough tomatoes to sink a ship i figured i would grow tomatoes.
Now i have this problem where if i'm going to do something i usually won't do it on a small scale. So i asked my parents if i could carve out a piece of their backyard to use as a garden, they agreed and i got to work. I got a backhoe and dug up a 55ft x 65ft plot, in retrospect this is huge and i probably bit off more then i could chew but i had no idea what the hell i was doing so it didn't really matter. I purchased some top soil and had it trucked in for me, i tilled it, made my mounds, put up my 'anti terrorist' fence (which by the way is basically just snow fence to keep my dogs out). Months prior to this i had started my tomatoes in my mothers shitty plastic greenhouses from Canadian Tire, it didn't go as well as planned but i still had 532 tomato plants sprout.
So finally it was time to plant the tomatoes, i stuff them in the ground in neat lovely rows and waited. Now my whole life i have worked with flowers and gardens but never vegetables, so when i realized i couldn't just spray a bunch of chemicals on them i was kind of at a loss. I figured that there would probably be enough awesome shit in the soil to grow my tomatoes, man was i wrong. A good portion of my plants didn't do a thing all year, however a few of them produced a large amount of tomatoes. In the end i got roughly about 15lbs from 532 plants, if i was an actual farmer i would have starved to death.
This year i vow to not screw this up...hopefully.

Here are two photo's of last year's garden.