In Another Life...
There was a time when I seriously considered becoming a science fiction writer. I loved the process of sitting in front of a blank page and letting a bran new reality pour out of me--where did it come from? What would happen next?
But the thought of making my living out of it--building my whole sense of self out of it--was far too daunting. How would I ever make rent? What if I was no good? How do I withstand the endless sinking feeling of getting nowhere, while all the people I grew up with were becoming doctors, lawyers, and just generally successful?
I learned a ton about myself during that time. Some of it may come through here. In the mean time, links to the two short (very short!) stories that I actually managed to get published: