Four years ago when I picked up a writing career that I had left for dead in my early 20s, my writing went through a lot progressions. I didn’t know what I wanted to be. It took a lot of time and a lot of discovery to get to the point where I am now. I can comfortably say that I’m very happy to be writing the kind of things that make people laugh, or keep people informed about random stats and the complicated splendor that is Matthew Stafford.
I am comfortable, but I’ve felt unfulfilled for some time now.