I’ve found my niche!
A literary niche, that is.
(Socially, I’m still a niche unto myself—courtesy of a brain that is some weird moat/minefield combo.)
Anyhow, I know the story I want to write now. A place all my questionable talents and OCD-ness may burrow into with fevered abandon.
This is good.
Wanton burrowing is frowned upon in a minefield.