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 It’s been so long since I’ve actually sat down and written a full piece. Residency has been less than kind on that front because it’s difficult the way it is.

I’ve learned to stop blaming myself on that front. Though certain things could have been better, time (away from residency) has helped me remember things more fondly.

Sometimes I wish I’d pursued writing full-time, but then I wouldn’t have experienced all these colorful things to write about. Some of the most heartfelt pieces I’ve written (original and fanfiction alike) have stemmed from moments I’ve lived firsthand and witnessed up close.

My fic for Yokohama Runway is still one of my most favorite things I’ve written to date, and not just because it’s Yosano. The way they introduced me here never left my mind and helped me identify what kind of writer I am.

I always believed I’d be a fiction writer, with dozens of sprawling high adventures and romances that grip hearts. As I grew older, went into medicine and burned myself out dozens of times over, my writing also became a little more grounded– sometimes weary, sometimes hopeful. I’ve never felt more at home with my writing until then.

Of course I still want to grow. Improve. Branch out beyond my comfort zone and labels I’ve given myself. It honestly scares me a lot. But that’s how all this works, I guess.

At least I can always come home. That knowledge brings me comfort somewhat.