So, I've finally made it. I'm back at the point where I manage to write.

Over a period of about ten years, I got pulled further and further away from things that gave me inspiration to write. (or do anything creative for that matter)

The reasons, may or may not be disclosed at a later time, but the gist of it is  that even if I didn't understand it at the time my life wasn't doing so good anymore.

Top that with denial of being trans from way back when I was 10 or 12 years old. I basically didn't want to "be different" so I didn't tell anyone, and all my life just pushed it away.

Then things happened, and I suddenly had the opportunity to observe myself. And discover what was actually going on. A "few" doctors appointments later, over to a specialist, and suddenly things started working out. I now proudly can say I'm trans. I've been (on the time of writing) on hormones for half a year. And things are looking up.

I've been out for walks, just to walk. And now my creativity is coming back. And WOW does it feel good.

My job situation could be loads better, and thus the same with my economy. But I manage.

But now I can see that famous light in the end of the tunnel. And yes, I'm fairly certain it's not a train.

So, also at time of writing, chapter one of my new story The Old is up and I'm halfway through first writing of chapter 2. I don't know if I will, or want to pick up some of my old stories. At least not yet. But we'll see. After all, if I remember correctly I have almost 40.000 words down on my main and biggest story.

But for now I hope you enjoy The Old, even if it is the first thing I write in many years.

Thank you.

Anita