Or, as they like to say on BBC America, you can follow me on Twittah. (I love how that announcer talks. He could make a toxic waste dump sound like a Day Spa.) So, yeah, click in and follow me...but I have to warn you we'll just be knocking around inside my head until spring. It's January in Illinois and the winter gods are prepping to dump about half a foot of snow on us. Okay, we may take a few trips to the greenhouse to cheer ourselves up, thus preventing marital spats and the odd smashed plate. But, pretty much, we'll be imagining weird crap until I can make it out of the house again sometime around March.
Which may be why I became a writer. Purely out of self defense.
So, while we're in self-discovery mode, tell me...why did you choose your particular career?