Tii Len

I grew up in British Columbia and for the majority of my life, I lived only with my Mother. My Father was a drinker, but he was nice. He never hit us or threw stuff at us, he would only ever show anger or sadness when he was drunk. My Mother and Father fought a lot, but it was always my mother who started throwing things. Dad would smash stuff, but he'd never throw things. That was Mom's job.

When he was kicked out, my Mother got a boyfriend. He got her into selling drugs, and, just after my fourteenth birthday and three days before my oldest-of-the-younger-brother's thirteenth birthday, I was whisked away into foster care. I lived in two homes, one was a temporary home and I only stayed for three months, the other was a full school year, before I was sent off to live with relatives in another part of the country.

That's the short version of my life story, edited to exclude the last three years. I wouldn't want it any other way - it's great fodder for that monster at the back of my mind that demands pasts for my characters.

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So. I've got a bit of a block - I can't seem to write or draw/paint anything any good right now ... But I don't think I'm depressed.
Kind of annoying.
But then, so am I.