From the Author
This doesn't mean I do this to the exclusion of person to person interaction. It is not unheard of for me to willingly serve and receive words in a social setting with another actual living, breathing being. And no, I do not count discussions with my husband as forays into the land of socialisation. He is after all the other half of me therefore it is like talking to a bigger, hairier, deeper voiced version of myself but with gorgeous hazel eyes and eyelashes I would kill for.
I really have no idea what else I should say in this part of the book. Writing about other people, as made up as they are, is far easier than talking about oneself. Do I list what I like? What I do in my spare time? What my hopes are for the future? Does anyone even read this page? Is this the place for an existential break down?
I think I hear a tree calling my name.
About the Author
Fiction allowed her free reign over characters and dialogue without the constraints of development hell and endless production revisions and gave her a chance to indulge in mangling the English language with her own trademark wit in a way that amused her endlessly.