I lead a sad and pathetic life.
I do have family and friends who love me, but at the moment, because of circumstances that are only marginally under my control, I’m not doing much with my life right now—other than this blog. Totally weak.
I never labored under the impression that being a writer was glamorous, in part because I never intended to become a writer. When I was in college my writing sucked, and if you ask some people today they will claim it still does. I was a terrible writer in college. I discovered this fact one day when I was working a job for which writing was a requirement, and I had thus set out to learn the craft of writing; there was nothing glamorous about it. Continue reading
