Practical Lunatics

Mom, Dad, when I grow up, I’m going to sell my daydreams about trolls and hobgoblins for a living.
Okay, so that’s not quite how it went.
I was far too practical when I was four to think about being a writer. And when I was fifteen, I knew this was where I was heading, but I had all sorts of safety jobs set up to make monies on the side, to, you know, eat while I did what I loved.
So what in the hell happened?
I really don’t know. I still like to think of myself as that practical girl who has he...