A classically schooled writer, if by classically you mean read a few introductions to eighties era Stephen King books and at least one early 1990s comic book script and then decided she was a prodigiously gifted writer, Amelie graduated from Waldorf hippie high school in 1999 with spectacularly bad grades and resigned herself to spending half of her waking hours for the next fifty years cleaning toilets to pay the bills. She browsed the Internet all day at her local library for a couple of years and ran away from home to spend a month as a hobo in the southern United States, and then came back to find the unemployment office had enrolled her in janitor school. She worked her way up to cleaning operating rooms at the local hospital (this was before Scrubs) before her boss noticed she had no noticeable talent on top of being constantly drunk from the disinfectant fumes and sent her home after five weeks. There were no casualties.
Having been discouraged from her dream of borrowing library computers to write a novel in which a heroic figure starts a war to kill all racists when it turned out those friggin Macintoshes needed just one errant key press to irreversibly erase everything you've written, seriously, who comes up with these things?, Amelie spent the next decades drawing disability money, playing videogames, futzing around with webcomics, novels and character blogs and making and losing online friends through the rise and fall of a series of communities. This blog is a culmination and summation of her philosophical, social, artistic and writing efforts.
And, I'm just going to quote Dreadnought here, one more thing. I'm not telling you this because it's important, but because I know you'll hear about it eventually and I don't want anyone to think I think I have something to hide. I'm transgender, and I'm a lesbian, and I'm not ashamed of that.