It’s the beginning of my “fiscal year.” For no good reasons other than a) I feel the need to declare a beginning and ending so that I’ll take the process of becoming independent and self-sufficient a little less chaotically and add more intention and gravitas and general purposefulness to the whole thing as if I’m a goddamned grownup and b) because ’twas also upon the Ides of March seven years ago that I liberated myself from a perfectly decent day job with a dream of becoming a full time creative, largely on the basis that it was a gorgeous, sunny day outside and I was trapped inside doing repetitive and redundant work when my true talents lay elsewhere.
And so, with a couple of paying gigs currently under my belt, access to at least one consistently worthy publishing outlet when I can summon the will to produce for it, and a mission to do something decent with the skill for wordcraft that I seem to have been gifted and/or cursed with, I venture forth, not so boldly but steadfastly.