So many things happened. My dog died. Obama got elected. I got an apartment. I got a boyfriend. I had a nervous breakdown. I wrote a novel. I ran some marathons. I started a podcast. And, as the economy fell evermore into the shitter, I wrote. People found me, and found me funny. I was published, and then published again. Basically, and I can't stress this enough: I have been really, really lucky.
Since then, I've quit my office job for career-ily greener pastures: I have a part-time "real" job, and take enough writing gigs to stay afloat in the economy. Sadly, not enough to replace my Cavalier or buy a kobo. Yet.
If you would like to read more of me, I have some handy links to my funny stuff, a bimonthly column at AnnArbor.com and a few other projects in the sidebar you can check out. If you crazily still want to hire me after seeing everything in the sidebar, please hit me up at heybeedoo at gmail dot com.
