My twenty-year old self was pretty sure I’d have published at least one bestselling novel by the time I turned 40.
I have the kind of job where your brain never really stops wandering through a project until it it launched. I may not be at a desk, but even out for a run I’ll be sorting information architectures and content strategies somewhere in my skull.
By repeatedly demonstrating different ways of winning.
I had a dream last night that I stood in line for a very long time for a bag of Doritos. My subconscious is trying to tell me something.
Alcohol… Blasphemy! I know, but I’m already kinda on the fence, and I only really drink socially anyhow.
At least a dozen, but the better question is what percentage of my day do I look at them. Sadly, that up in the 50%+ range.
Paranormal sci-fi pre-post-apocalyptic quasi-horror political thriller.
Fewer life-altering changes.
We’re planning on doing a photobooth at our New Years gathering, so I’m hoping to redeem my December photography just before midnight.
About fifteen Christmas carols on a violin.
Fast enough to crank out a blog post in about 30 minutes.
Running. (revved back up in 2017!) Bowing. (some beautiful music!) Cooking. (in a new kitchen!)