I don't know yet. I don't know where I'm headed. I'm finishing my Bachelor's in English and a Bachelor's in Creative Writing at the moment, and waiting to hear back from graduate schools. Somewhere, in some room, people are deciding my fate for me over stale coffee. What I didn't write in my Creative Writing MFA admissions essays was the fact that I'm not good at anything else. I was born a writer. I'm terrified of the future. But there's nothing else to do except to keep moving forward. That's all I have at the moment. The only commitment I have is to art. I hope you enjoy mine.