I write. Inconsistently, probably rather poorly, and without a beta.

I have a very complicated, complex, annoyingly demanding, time and energy consuming, very rare autoimmune disease of which I fall into a very tiny percentage of those who present the way I do.

There are also a few other chronic health problems, some diseases and disorders, in the mix that just makes it all that much more annoying.

Without shame I will say that I also have a mental health diagnostic list that's longer than I am tall, (I may only be 5'4, and this might be a mild exaggeration, but that's still a pretty long freaking list.) They cover the spectrum of "socially acceptable" issues like ADHD, depression, and anxiety, to the "socially stigmatized and unacceptable" issues like BPD, DID, C-PTSD etc.

I'm on so many friggin' medications it's almost absurd, many of which list "tiredness" or "drowsiness" as side effects.

If nothing else it certainly doesn't help with my ability to concentrate or finish projects very often, it's more like apathetic lethargy than drowsiness, but sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between symptoms and side effects, so, eh.

I also don't currently own a working computer, so all the writing I do is on my phone... Not exactly conducive to writing in general, let alone often, quickly, or with ANY amount of ease.

These all contribute to the list of reasons as to why I publish so little, and so rarely.

It's also why I'm awful about replying to comments, or anything. It's not that I don't read them (many, multiple times over and make plenty of embarrassingly giddy noises), cherish them, take them to heart, listen to the advice given, or love every single one.

It's that I'm literally the worst, in the history of forever, at replying to anything, in any way, on literally any platform, to anyone short of my momma.

No joke, no exaggeration, my standard disclaimer when making friends/exchanging contact information with people is that I'm terrible at keeping in touch, if I don't answer/call back/reply right away or at all, it's not them, it's me and my issues.

So please don't take it personally if I take forever to/don't reply to comments or messages.

The fact that people have read anything I've written and even liked, let alone gone out of their way to comment on my meager work is utterly mind boggling, as are all the favorites and/or follows.

It's humbling, exhilarating, baffling, amazing, and makes me feel deeply grateful and humbled, and I feel massive amounts of deep appreciation, gratitude, and fondness for everyone who read what I wrote, and took the time to comment on it, and also makes me very shy and bashful while also zinging electric excitement and awe through every nerve ending.

They often result in inspiring me through the start of a new story (even if it's unrelated to the fandom the story commented on belongs to), or even trying to write a continuation, follow up, companion piece. I'm afraid though, usually life gets in the way and I'm never able to finish them enough to post them.

I READ here. Voraciously, over many long years (and two profiles), and many, many fandoms. I am in awe, and humbled and embarrassed to have my work up on the same platform, by the skill of so many of the talented writers on here.

You're all truly remarkable, it's stunning, and breathtaking. Truly, you're amazing, be it in your bravery to put yourself out there and let your work be seen and opened to others to react to, to put your work up as a new writer, a young writer, writing in a second language, pushing through depression, life struggles, changes, loss, increase in demands on your time etc. to write in the first place and then letting people see it, or your skill at writing, storytelling, sharing your work, yourselves, with us. Cheers, to all of you. Your bravery is noted, and appreciated.

That's literally all I can think of to write that has any bearings on my presence here. I suppose if you have questions, just ask?