I got my undergrad in Creative Writing, and then I didn't get my Masters in obsession, because I figured I already had that covered.

Maybe I needed to make like a potato, winnow myself down, be part of something that was not easy, just simple.

The blog is certainly another tool for writers out there to break their way in. But being a blogger does not make you a great writer.

You can never have too much, butter.

So the end may be a long time coming, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have a way of sneaking up on you.

Two years ago, I was a twenty-nine year old secretary. Now I am a thirty-one year old writer. I get paid very well to sit around in my pajamas and type on my ridiculously fancy iMac, unless I'd rather take a nap. Feel free to hate me -- I certainly would.

But hard bitten cynicism leaves one feeling peevish, and too much of it can do lasting damage to your heart.