Where do you see yourself in seven years?
I guess that depends in large part on whether I can evade Doom for that long. Like, in theory it would be nice to be ruling the world as a deranged sorcerer-king by then, but frankly I’ve offended a lot of deities and unleashed several ancient sealed evils, and that $#!t catches up to you. Obviously I want to finish my PhD, probably sooner rather than later, but I’m not sure I want an academic career anymore. It’s unlikely I’d get a university position in New Zealand or Australia within my first few years on the academic job market, and I don’t want to keep working in America any longer than I really have to; it’s also really difficult to return to an academic career after a few years working in another field. This, of course, assumes there will be an America to go back to so I can finish my degree, so I’m gonna need all my readers there to step up and do everything you can to stop the country collapsing into totalitarianism or civil war.
For goodness’ sake, I wanted to be a novelist. You don’t really get paid up front for that sort of thing, though, so you sort of need to support yourself with a “real” job, like some sort of peasant. So it would sort of be nice if I could convince more people to pay me for my writing here… but that’s a long enough shot that saying it’s where I “see myself in seven years” seems grandiose at best. For now I’ll settle for finding a job, and if the world ends I can always rule its ashes from a throne of jagged glass.