I mean, I could put a lot of things in this section. I lift weights, I go hiking, I play D&D for the entertainment of others, I have three dumb cats, I'm more than a little obsessed with music that is old enough that I'll probably never see my favorite bands in concert. I'm starting a vinyl record collection and I've developed a healthy fear of corn and ice (it's a long story). My proudest subtitle, however, is that I'm a writer.
I've been a writer all my life, but there was a brief stint from age 11 onward where I decided that words would never make anyone any money, so I wasn't a practicing writer. I left my essays behind, much to the chagrin of my English teacher, and I planted myself in front of a computer to learn how to make video games. That afforded me the opportunity to study a lot of different facets of creation, which is nifty on a resume, but never quite hit that sweet spot of joy and hard work that us creative types all yearn for. Eventually, I wandered back to writing, and haven't wandered out again. I've been taking the craft "seriously" since 2015, and in that time I've published over a million words.
I'm dedicated to what I do, and I pour everything that I have into each piece, whether it's a silly little poem for a friend, a transformative work that borrows settings or characters from another world, or my own fantasy universe that grows more sprawling and ridiculous with each new idea thrown into it. I'm passionate about what I do, passionate enough to feel like it's what I was meant to do. I'm just sentimental enough to think that fate might be a possibility in this crazy, complex universe, and if that's the case then being a writer was my destiny.
If I'm wrong about that, then I don't want to be right.