My birthday was this week. I am now 27, which switches me over from “mid-twenties” to “late-twenties,” which means I’m almost 30, which basically means I’m decrepit.
I kid, I kid.
This last year has been good professionally and pretty peaceful personally (except for the recent break-in). The only truly unfortunate aspect of my 26th year was the complete lack of writing progress. I feel like I did a lot of work but it just didn’t go anywhere. This year is going to be such a badass writing year though, guys. You don’t even know.