Perhaps I should explain

The last ten years have been a period of refinement and study for me, in preparation for the task of gathering manuscripts, resumes, portfolios, and other employable or recruitable documents together, slowly, gradually over time. I went to college in my early years, but it didn't work out in the way I hoped. I dropped out the first time. Everything that could have gone wrong DID. So I was returned to my parents house or my main home, and did the only thing I could do at the time. Train and practice drawing and writing, in monk or reclusive style isolation in the middle of the suburban southeast for 10 whole years, teaching myself everything I felt I need to know, from drawing anime and manga and animation and comics, to screenwriting, fiction writing self-confidence, patience, and hard work, WITHOUT a teacher or mentor for the most part. It was a beautiful thing seeing myself improve, evolve, and progress, slowly, over time, while retaining learning relatively quickly, assuming I put my mind to the task.

I'm just now starting to get serious with my life. Finally, I'm ready to start actually living a REAL life. And not just a phantom-like internet presence devoid of social interaction in person.