Around four months ago I jumped over the edge of a cliff and moved across state lines with no job, no degree, and a hazy dream of what might be. I've been at my current job for a little over a month, so I think I can say I've "made it", insofar as I have a steady paycheck and no major obligations. I didn't leave everyone and everything I knew for yet another desk job. I moved so I could kick start my career as an author. I made the mistake of quitting my day job far too early, but now I finally have the free time to do what I want to.

I'm also a college dropout. Seven years with nothing to show for it but tens of thousands of dollars of debt and a lingering feeling of what might have been. But I have to do what's right for me — nobody else will. Whatever the reasons may be, I've decided I want to be an author. My education hardly prepared me for that line of work, but it did shape me into who I am today. What's more important than that piece of paper is how I choose to conduct my life. I'll never be able to check more than "some college" on surveys, and I'll forever have to accept being labeled as a "quitter". Well, okay then.

My priority now is my writing. I have one novel under my belt, and a dozen or so shorter stories, but that's not enough. It can never be enough. My mind is always racing with new ideas that absolutely, positively must be transformed. To that end my new project will become my second finished novel. I'm 1 for 4 on novels so far, on completion — I promise the other three were cut for spectacularly good reasons. Now, though, I have ample freedom thanks to my poor decision making skills and limited discretionary income. My goal is to finish this novel by the end of the year. Oh what a journey it will be!