One small step

I have a fierce hatred of my own writing. Given that I am an editor by trade, that's probably unsurprising. It's also, I've decided, unhealthy and irrational, two qualities I scorn in other people.

Thus is born a blog.

Neysa Lee is not my real name, but it's close enough, and it is an identity I have become increasingly comfortable wearing as I delve under my own skin and force open; unfold; explore what I haven't ever had the nerve to explore. It seems a shame now that I left it so long. . . .

And let's make this clear from the start: when I'm writing, the editor is on holiday. She has to be, or not one word from me would ever be committed to paper or screen. Even with the editor out of the way, this isn't going to be easy for me. Keep that in mind, dear nonexistent reader, and have mercy.

Now. Let's begin.