Just Another Writer but I’m So Excited to Call Myself That

If you’re here reading this, then I’ve actually achieved something. I’ve accomplished some sliver of a 33-year old dream-in-the-making to become a writer. (I know, like we need another fucking writer. Especially here where I live. We’ve got more writers percapita than nearly any other state.) And a writer needs readers. Guess what? That’s you.…