As this blog is brand new, I suppose it's inevitable that I should write some introductory text about myself. Perhaps I'll put an About link somewhere at some point, who knows? But this is what I will do today.

Firstly, my birth name is not in fact Reese Carlisle. It's a pen name. I don't want to ever knowingly lie to you, so we'll just have this out in the open. Nom de keyboard. It's deliberately gender ambiguous, or unisex as Wikipedia would have it, as I am -- I'm never sure about the right phrase. Gender fluid? Gender nonconforming? My therapist has suggested that one. We'll talk about the therapy at some point, I'm sure, but for the moment I'll just say that she strongly encouraged me to take up (retake up?) blogging and other writing this year. Where was I? Yes. Let's just leave gender out of it, shall we? I do as I see fit. Mostly. Sometimes I do as draws least unwanted attention, in practice. Not just me, surely...

I am not a published writer, in the sense of being paid for it. I've had work in a fanzine a time or two, but that's really about it. I've written some brief bits of fan fiction and yes, I just got an AO3 account and we'll see what comes of that. I did Nanowrimo once and I still have the book draft and no, you absolutely cannot see it. I do think often of some of the ideas in it and how I might do something else with those ideas without, well, most of the draft. Something fairly different, I think. But there are those ideas... we'll see.

I have written to try to be published, though, by which I mean I've written and submitted several short stories and one humorous article. The short stories got me a nice pile of rejections of which I am rightfully proud, since at least I tried. The article was roundly ignored by the publication for which, alas, it was specifically engineered, being very topical and very niche. Ah well.

Otherwhose, who am I within the bounds of my semi-anonomity, or at least psuedonymity? I was born in the 1960s, so I am, as some would have it, an old. I am a spouse and a parent. I suffer from diabetes, fibromyalgia, depression and anxiety (common bedfellows all, I believe.) I don't go out much, perhaps as a consequence. I am religious but unhappy with organized religion. I appear to prefer it disorganized. I also lean towards socialist anarchism, so perhaps it's just a general thing with me. I love dogs. I'm allergic to cats. I live warily and I love strongly and I sleep occasionally. I like TV and books and comics and video games and movies and musical theater and music and, you know, all the things.

Stick around, and maybe the things I talk about will introduce me better than this post.