I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do with my life, maybe because I've realized how close to thirty I'm becoming. At first, I'll admit, I panicked. How can I almost thirty! I still live at home; I'm single! The literary world has not realized that I'm the next J. K. Rowling and Agatha Christie rolled into one awesome author! I don't have kids! I don't even have my own pet!
Then I realized, with the help of the book On Becoming Fearless by Arianna Huffington that thirty isn't all that old, and even if it was, it wouldn't matter. I can still accomplish plenty. I have a writing project that could potentially turn out very well. I can't say much more as it's not my own; I'm helping an author adapt his book into a script. I'm also looking over a fantasy novel to send it off to a publisher and I have a Steampunk novella I may self publish as an e-book. And I think I want to open a store, something like a cross between an antiques store and thrift store. A nice little place where one can buy whimsical, shabby chic decor without the high prices usually attached to such items. Till then, I may set up an Etsy shop, if my experiments with making cake stands from old china works out.