I leave socks everywhere. I kick them off in bed, while sitting on my desk, on the floor after a run. My husband (well, BF at the time) made a joke that my black socks looked a lot like slugs, and christened them “foot slugs(TM)”. Now, any time they’re seen randomly on the carpet, he jokes that they’re ‘wild foot slugs’ and urges me to catch them and put them back in the cage (closet drawer) where they belong.
I'm a writer and comic artist. I write stories about a few issues that have been a revelation in my adult life, including:
- Relationships and mental health
- Animal well-being
- Dungeons and Dragons
- Social change
As a writer/editor who has been working in this world for years, I've had to come to terms over the years that nothing has prepared me for this world and how to survive in it with your soul intact. My fiction and creative work is an attempt to deal with the changes and the lessons that I wished were available to me much earlier in life.
View all posts by yukirat575