So: a new year. Today is my last day as a 29-year-old. Tomorrow I’m an adult. Whatever that means. I’m sitting here, drinking Red Bull, listening to neo-classical metal and contemplating a story I’ve been carrying around inside for quite some time. Or more the genesis of a story, really. A premise. I won’t tell now, because that would spoil it all. I don’t even know if it’s going to be completed. Time will tell. But I guess it’s good to have something to do, now that I no longer have a job and all.