What the fuck am I worried about?

I haven't been at this for very long - I'm only 23, after all - but I've already stacked up a healthy list of credentials. I won first place in a poetry contest when I was 13. The first piece I ever submitted outside of school was accepted. I've been paid for stories several times. One agent even wanted to see a sample of LS.

I'm either really good or really lucky.

Whichever it is, I'm through whining about my supposed 'lack of success'. Success doesn't have to mean finding your book on a shelf. I'm perfectly happy publishing freelance for now. My life could be a lot worse or a little better. I like hanging out here.

Barbaric Yawp just released a rant of mine in their recent issue. I am young. I am young.