| Work | Filmmaker |
| Passion | Violin |
| Work | Filmmaker |
| Passion | Violin |

The air was cold, sweet and infused with cinnamon.
This was somewhat confusing, because I was hiking through a forest, alone.
I shouldn't have been, but I'm reckless like that. Most of the hikers I know don't hike in the snow. They slow me down anyway.
So, as I said, I'm reckless, which means I followed my nose right off the path, and right up to the door of a Shortbread house.
The witch was looking for an apprentice.
Aw, hex yeah!