When I Grow Up…

I still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. I’ve given up on knowing, actually. I don’t think I really care. I just like to do stuff.

I have my professional career/day job, which is enjoyable.

I’m a writer, but that has more to do with the fact that I’m just constantly writing, than any conscious desire to be one.

I have my little graphic arts side thing going–and it’s actually going consistently, which is a source of great bemusement.

I’m still freelancing when I feel like picking up...