On a dark and stormy night....

 She writes.

I have been writing two stories for the last 15 years. Creeping along. Progressing. Developing characters, story lines that are cohesive and interesting. Finally, I can come out of the closet:

I am an author. 

It's a long process. Going from idea. To bullshitting yourself. To writing a little here or there. To finally putting it into action and making it happen. 

And it's happening. 

It's happening enough that I feel like I can say that I am really doing this. 

Whether or not This will result in a movie or a series or even hitting the NY Times best sellers list is a different story. But This is at least getting out of my head, off of my bucket list and into our space/time dimension.

Ha, maybe it already exists in a higher dimension and I'm just catching up. 

Note to self:
Write story about higher dimension author writing lower dimension author into existence. Or maybe it's the other way around? 

Who knows? 

But welcome to reality Moira, Declin, Sinead, Grey, Nathra, Jake and so many others. 

We're on a roll. Maybe with a little luck I can breathe you completely into life before the aliens take over.