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Roxi attempted to write her first book at the grand old age of 6. Unsurprisingly, this failed.
She tried again, slightly more seriously, during Nanowrimo while she was in the process of failing her university degree, and was more successful, but every time the possibiity of sending it off to an agent or publisher came up, her nerve failed.

Decades passed. Life happened. Births, and deaths and successes and failures and self discovery, which is always the real prize anyway. She worked out she was pan and polyam (as she likes to say 'she loves everyone'). She got married to one person, then they moved in with a third, and now they're raising a child while annoying the cat. She wrote more and more books, most of them original but one was fanfic. With the exception of the fanfic, she never got up the nerve to show any to anyone.

Then she turned 40, officially hit the 'fuckit' stage, and has decided to skip the whole publisher/agent bit, and go the whole hog.

When she isn't biting off more than she can chew, she's normally stabbing her friends in a field.