For me writing is sacred, and I enjoy the craft, and I like telling narratives that are muted, erased, and do not neatly fit within the neat contours of the publication model. I have been dismissed by literary agents, academic supervisors and have been told the nastiest of epithets. Yet I write, as when I do I exist as despite attempts to write me off, I am here scribbling on digital feeds, my blog and author research papers. I shall leave behind my own archive.