I don’t know about you. But I think a lot about the fact that I will not be here forever.

Not that I plan on going anywhere anytime soon. I have stuff to do.

But (uh, probably thanks to John Green) I spend a little time each day thinking about human mortality. And I spend a lot more time than that wondering if the things I am doing with my moments really matter. Especially when it comes to my writing.

I think it’s safe to say at this point that I’ve spent the majority of my life wanting to be a writer. The exact logistics of what that has meant for me personally have changed many times. But I have always been drawn to storytelling. It has always ignited a very powerful fire inside me.

But I am not immune to the usual tribulations of the creative arts. I doubt…