I guess now’s the time to tell you about… well, me.

I’m a writer. I love being a writer.

I love it because I’m working when I’m staring out a window, people-watching at the airport, or eavesdropping on conversations in the cereal aisle.

I’m working when I’m getting to know the world around me a little better, and I’m working when I’m chasing ways to make people see things a little differently—or realize they’ve seen it that way all along.

And I love that even though I had to Google synonyms for “excited” earlier, and I pay $15 a month for Grammarly Pro, I still get to call myself a writer.

Hopefully my work does the talking from here. (It’d be really embarrassing if it didn’t after all that.)