I didn't mean to. But I was retweeting something for the regional account, some flash fiction competition, a picture of a woman in a park standing beneath a streetlight, and half a story accidentally turned up in my mind. Bit of messing around and I've got a 500-word story. Well, 499. Which might include section dashes.
Thought about submitting it but... nah. What's the point? It's not like I had time to work on it. Hell, it's not like I've written anything that hasn't made me want to gouge out my own eyes and stab myself in the face for the last several months. Years. So. Nah.
First time I've written f/f though, I think.
Aliens made me do it, haha.
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.