In about 26 minutes (a little less now that I’ve started working on this post) I’ll be 26. It’s been a crazy year with more successes and setbacks and self-doubt and satisfaction than I have any right to. 25 will be the year that I first made money of my writing and made myself get serious about putting out stories.
Hopefully 26 will be as full of random encounters and unexpected adventures.
Thanks for reading, and if I might indulge myself for a moment, happy fucking birthday to me.