I went on a road trip across America with a complete stranger. I'd
do it again. Not with you, though. Well, maybe with you. I don't
know. It was fun and I wrote about it.
I spent most of the last two years traveling and writing and I'm
now finally looking forward to settling back into a more stable
life here with a job and an apartment and whatever.
I'm also a NUMBER ONE BESTSELLING AUTHOR in a kind of weird-ass way
that looks good in a bio. It's a great story, though.
My ideal job is writing novels in a snowy cabin but Pittsburgh is a
pretty awesome city so I'll write novels here for now.
I'm a working kind of writer, not a precious, tortured, whiny
People see "writerly type" and make a lot of assumptions. Let me
dispel those right away:
- I'll never be a financial burden, ever
- I have dreams and goals and I actively work towards them
- I bathe and have a car and a job (when I need one)
Reliving my past: