#notadisguise

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Ten years ago this evening, I finished the first draft of my first novel and realized that I'm trans.

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Retconned

Frank Doyle was going places. As the only sophomore on his high school’s varsity baseball team, he had it all—popularity, an all but certain scholarship, a future. He was somebody.

Then he got marked, and lost it all. Sure, the mark gave him the power to teleport (sort of), but it meant he couldn't play baseball, or any other sport. It meant he didn't fit in. It meant he had to transfer to The School where he was just another kid with a power—a nobody. Now he’s got no real friends and no real future, and for the last year and a half, he’s been making that everyone else’s problem.

When a stunt gone wrong leaves him trapped in a form that he knows he should hate, his attempts to prove that he hasn’t really changed leave him stranded with his worst enemy, far from home. Frank will have to choose between clinging to an identity that never really fit, or facing the consequences, and the future, as herself.

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My novel, Retconned goes on sale June 5th!

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I did a thing. What do you think?

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My life is far from perfect, but I get to be her, so I'm calling it. a win.

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Back when I was blogging so much of the first year of my transition, I blogged a little about my writing. I really wanted to write. After all, writing a novel is what cracked my egg, and I enjoyed having written it. But, although I made a couple of decent starts, I kept getting blocked. Late last November I decided to make another try, I was going to get a thousand words a day written about anything. I didn't have to stick to a specific project, I could write anything, as long as the words flowed. That helped, and I found myself writing again. I made a rule that I wouldn't play any video games on a given day until I'd written my thousand words (I was sort of addicted to BG3 at the time).

About a week and a half in, I was still writing, and happy about that, when I had a epiphany. Back when I wrote Lucid (my completed novel) I tried to get an agent so I could try to get it published. That didn't go anywhere. But each time I started writing something else, I thought of it in terms of getting it published. My epiphany was that I don't care if I get published. I posted Lucid online, and a lot of people enjoyed it. There's no reason I can't post other stuff I write online as well. Further, if I'm not trying to get published, then what's marketable is one hundred percent irrelevant. I can truly write whatever I want. I don't have to stick to published material sizes, I can write all the trans protagonists I want. I can write for me, and if other folks happen to enjoy it, that's a bonus.

In December I wrote ~80k words. I wrote a ahsort novel's worth of a project I'd been wanting to write for years. I started a short story that I finished in the first days of January. I posted the first chapter of an unfinished novel, and started posting more weekly. I'm writing, and it isn't a burden., It's something I look forward to. I'm not writing at my December pace. I knew that wouldn't be sustainable for me, but i enjoyed it while it lasted, but I'm writing almost every day. I'll be posting the first chapters of my novel-length project soon, and another short story. I've been adding chapters to the unfinished novel and plan to wrap it up in the spring.

I also got invited to a Discord full of other trans folk who write trans-centric fiction. It's an awesome community, and I'm enjoying being part of it.

My current work is posted on my Scribblehub account

I think the lesson here is that capitalism ruins everything.

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I did some training in dealing with trolls recently.

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I just realized I never posted these here. These are from queer bomb, which feel right next to my 57th birthday. It was awesome to be around so many queer folk.

(the top couple of pics are using portrait mode, so not truly no filter. I usually don’t post filtered photos, but I really liked those)

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Reblog if you’re a fifty-seven-year-old autistic trans woman walking through the park after a muggy Saturday morning run while listening to Haley Williams.