Writer. Editor. Embellisher.

Look at me there. Freshly shaved head. Looking off to my right at something in the sky. By the looks of my smile, something pretty grand.

Yes, that’s me. I now belong to the I’ve-shaved-my-head club, an experience both liberating and terrifying. But who, you ask, am I? Especially without my biblical crown of glory?

Let’s break it into a pros and cons list. For what infinitely complex, living, breathing, thinking human can’t be reduced to two columns of virtues and shortcomings?

Pros: even-keeled, level-headed, adept at most things I attempt, content with my own company, immensely talented, gifted with intelligence, unfathomably evil, in possession of a strong sense of justice, externally patient with people, honest, minimally traumatizing mother, NaNoWriMo winner, excellent cook, the voice of an angel, reader of 53 books last year, and honored with the love of the most perfect cat on earth.

Cons: emotionally closed off, hate trying things if I’m not a natural, too weird and content with my own company for regular friendships, jack of all trades, confidence doesn’t match my intelligence, unfathomably evil, infuriated when people don’t conform to my sense of justice, internally very impatient with people, cagey, stopped writing my novel after winning NaNoWriMo, for some reason I always seem to cook chicken, voice of a (dying) angel, a lot of those books were audiobooks, and my ankles are incredibly biteable to the most perfect cat on earth.