I'm not a writer, I just lurk a lot.

[city_of_words]

This is my post to (try) to demonstrate that this is not a dead journal, or a sockpuppet. I used to write in fandom, starting way back in usenet groups and fanzines (oh, xf, how you broke me, how embarrassing the fic I wrote for you!) Now my writing mojo is directed toward work. I just lurk and comment

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[submieretty]

Hi there

[city_of_words]

Of course I remember you! Hi!

I don't think my XF stories are silly or insignificant. I'm sorry it came out that way (well, maybe some of the really short pieces I wrote in my late teens).

When I wrote "Last Gift" and the majority of my poetry, I was fighting my way through a particularly awful episode of mixed state mania, and writing was the only way I could find to make any sense of the chaos in my head. At the time, the concept that hope was something that could remain even when the rest of your life is falling apart was essential to my survival. I am very gratified to hear that it may have helped someone else through a difficult time.

"Complicity" was my attempt to work through the aftermath of a depressive episode - to the damage I'd done to several important relationships during the worst part of my illness.

So, thank you. It is lovely to hear that my writing resonated with you. It was very important to me at the time, and I will always be glad to have created it.