I’ll keep this simple, because writing about yourself in the third person is pretty weird when you think about it. Next thing you know, you’re using the royal “we” and demanding that someone peel you a grape.
I’m 43. I’ve been writing, more or less seriously, since childhood. In my early 20’s, I had some success in the small presses, publishing articles, stories, and poetry in several different venues. Since that was 20 or so years ago, most of those places have, alas, become defunct. It was an exciting time to be active in the science fiction and fantasy world, though, and I had a lot of fun. I gained a lot of rejection letters, a few really great acceptance letters, and not very much cash. But it was experience, and if you dig deep enough in the Locus archives, my name pops up once or twice.
Life got pretty complicated for a while, so I stopped writing. For a couple truly awful years (aka nursing school), I didn’t even read books! That’s a drastic sort of situation for me, since books have been my life since I have been able to retain conscious memories.
After I gave up on having a career in nursing, I turned back to writing. I didn’t really have any choice– these stories just sit there, gnawing at me, until I let them out. And if that sounds a little grotesque, well, remember that I write horror, too. 🙂
I have six children of my own, a Hellhound who makes our lives difficult, and a patient husband who puts up with my eccentricities.