Today I put the finishing touches on what is likely to be my last official act as a union officer, a grievance that I hope will be resolved informally but that could turn into a very messy and very ugly. I won’t be there to see what happens because I’m stepping down as of December 31, and I’m feeling kind of sad. This month ends ten years of service to my union. I will miss it, especially the camaraderie, but I’m excited to see what’s next as I turn my attention back to my writing. I had to let too many opportunities slip by because of the union work and I was starting to resent it. That’s how I knew it was time.