Fifteen years ago, I was a decent writer of dark, semi-literary, mostly-queer mostly-southern stories. I sold a few and won a few contests. Then adulthood and the career-destroying combination of depression and ADHD kicked my ass.
I spent the next decade working a series of interesting but low-paying jobs (see Overlooked Nature for some of the cool things I saw at work!) and taking way too long to get a Master’s degree. And reading and writing very little fiction.
Now I have a boring job and am done with grad school, so I’m out of excuses not to write. So, armed with meds, some interesting life experience, and hopefully a little bit of maturity, I’m trying again. Let’s do this.