I used to have this phrase I would use to describe myself:
I always want to be doing something other than what I’m doing even if what I’m doing is something I want to do.
Now, questionable grammar aside, it was a fairly accurate statement. I also remember once telling a friend of mine that I was lazy and impatient. I knew nothing about mental health back then. I barely knew anything about physical health.
Over 20 years later, I have at least a basic understanding of neurodiversity. I’ve been diagnosed with ADHD, anxiety, and depression. I’m medicated. I have routines and exercises to mantras.
I’m a dad and a husband. I read a lot. I listen to and create a lot of music. I watch genre television and I read comic books. I watch and follow too many sportsball teams.
I write about all of the above. I write about my life and I write about my fictionalized life. I write about kids and the supernatural, about adults and emotions.
I’ve written four books, one of which (I Pray Hardest When I’m Being Shot At) has been published, while the other three are being rewritten. The number of short stories, essays, scripts (comics, movie, and TV), novellas, blogs, and witty rejoinders I’ve written is obscene.
I’m also horrible at self-promotion. My goal is to change that and to start sharing the insane amount of stuff I’ve written.
As my wife’s second cousin said as we were taking on a far-too-powerful-for-us Pokemon in Pokemon Go: This. Is. Happening!