I’m your stereotypical scatterbrained creative type. I organize my clutter, take coffee with my sugar, and often find myself speeding when I’m giving birth to a good idea on the interstate. I don’t have a real job. In fact, odds are that as you’re reading this I’m either shooting or editing for your personal amusement in the coming week. That’s right. I do it all for you. I don’t even know you. That’s how nice I am.
