What do you want to be when you grow up?

I frequently remark, at least privately, on how different my life could be had I chosen this or that path instead of drifting along my current one (which suits me just fine) and I find I am now what I ever wanted to be, a writer who writes for people rather than machines (pretty equally good at either and I have table manners too). It’s a 1 in 14,000,605 shot at least.

It is a labor of love and a piece of art from which I expect exactly nothing in revenue, a trifle of photon amusement I’m generously indulged in by my patrons whom I suspect are most of my readership, no need to contribute anything except content.

Yet it takes effort to make it look easy. And I am not some kind of AI ‘bot who can read traffic signs the way you’d expect an autonomous vehicle to be able to, yah Morans.

Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.

On the other hand you’ll probably never get paid either.