You and me, reader—we're buds, right? I mean, I can tell you something—something about me—and you'll promise not to hold it against me, won't you? I'll warn you: it's not flattering. It's not really the kind of thing people want to go writing about themselves and posting all over the interwebs. But I'm not people and this isn't the interwebs (just go ahead and ignore the part where neither of those things is true): I'm a writer and this is my blog. Telling you shit about myself is just part of the gig. That's enough disclaimer for all of us, right? Good. Here goes. I am a writer . Wait. I already said that like two lines ago. I am a writer? That's it? That's my big, unflattering reveal? Is this like one of those job interviews where they ask you what your weakness is any you say, "I'm just too goal-oriented," or "I'm a deadline fanatic." I mean, the word fanatic is a little off-putting, but you're