Quarter Of A Century
I turned 25 today. I know that’s still considered very young by most, but I sure feel old. As I tell people who give me dirty looks for saying I feel old, I’ve been alive as long as I can remember.
I haven’t quite accomplished everything I wanted to in terms of writing at this point in my life, but I haven’t done bad for myself. I finished my MFA, which was my biggest goal. No major works published, but I did have a couple of reviews in Graphic Novel Review, which is a paying market. I completed several significant-length works, including a screenplay (being shopped around at the moment), a stage play (made it past the slush pile at Baker’s), and a collection of themed short stories (undergraduate thesis) I won a playwriting fellowship and a production for said play. I have more than enough writing projects to keep me busy for a good long while.
And hey, now I’m old enough to rent a car. So if I have to fly to L.A. for a meeting or some such, I’ll be able to get around the city.
Here’s hoping that 25 will be an even more productive year than 23 and 24 were.