The Male Hysteric

I’m wondering if maybe I should introduce myself before going full throttle with essays in this blog.

Hello, my name is Louis, and I am 26 years old. I live in the United States. I write stories that can broadly be considered science fiction, fantasy, and horror. I post to twitter a lot, so I’m likely to keep shitposty entries here to a minimum because I already have a place for them. During the day, I’m a programmer. I have a bachelor’s in linguistics and math and am working on a master’s in cyber security. I have a round orange cat who I love very much. I occupy myself with craft projects and really like stationery. I lift weights and know I need to do more cardio. I’m Jewish, but I wouldn’t consider myself to be very good at it, but I guess that’s why we call it religious practice. I tend to bloviate. I cry a lot.

Relatively recently, many of the older members of my family have died, and some younger ones have had serious health problems. I am navigating difficult psychological and health issues right now, though none of them are life threatening, thankfully. I’m not likely to talk about them here. I could probably say something about this being why my posts are perpetually dour in tone, but that would be a lie. The fact is that’s just the way I am, have always been, and it seems unlikely that it will change in any substantial way in the future. But maybe it will. I have been going to a lot of therapy sessions.

Right now I am taking a break from most things. I’m convalescing from completing 2018’s NaNoWriMo (stopped, not completed, at 50,013 words), and my excuse is that nobody ever gets anything done in December, so why should I?

Well I guess that’s enough about me. Please enjoy a picture of my cat.