If I Knew What I Wrote

I'd be married to an alien, having hot sex in the copy room, and have three kids.

I'd solve crimes in a large city somewhere between Seattle and Tacoma, either as a cop or an anthropologist.

I'd... god. I'd be a Mountie and his cohorts hit with a big bloody mythological stick. I'd be stuck in a really bizarre story book.

I'd be an assassin, and an Immortal, but not at the same time. Except when I decided I needed to come back from the dead.

I'd be a high-school librarian and a Jedi Knight, meeting for tea and sex.

I'd be an eighty-year old witch with indigestion.

I think I'd be pretty damn confused.