For a day job, I write other books nobody reads, owner's manuals for software products. I am a technical writer. The next time you press F1 and you feel like saying FU because the gibberish that comes up on the screen has nothing to do with solving your issue, blame me. Only though, if you are using music software.
I am a fairly accomplished trumpet player and vocalist, and I play guitar and piano quite poorly. I am a hobbyist comedian--Steven Wright once told me I was funny. I said, "No, you." And he laughed, apparently for at least a second time.
I provide freelance assistance in several word-oriented endeavors, ad copy, headlines, blurbs, and various other pith. Some find me insufferable, others sufferable. You may conduct the experiment if you wish, but it needs to be really damned interesting or so heart-of-gold that even a surly and churlish cynic such as myself would have to snap out of it at least long enough to write a reply. Just kidding. I'll suffer any fool once, some twice.
That's about it. It's kind of depressing to sum it up to just that. I mean, some guys my age own liquor stores. Life is what you make of it and for some time now, and pretty much to my satisfaction, not much has changed.