About Riddell Lee
Have you ever left society, before? I don’t mean run away to a cabin in the woods for a few days or some beach vacation, but actually leave? Quit your job, and sell everything you own, get in your car, and drive until everything looks forgotten to the sands of time.
Because, that’s what I did and, well, it’s different.
It wasn’t an easy decision. I had a lot going for me. I was living up in Seattle (I’ve been in Washington most my life). I had a decent paying job and wasn’t always stretched for cash. I had a lot of friends I cared about, and was even slowly breaking back into the dating scene. By all accounts, I was the most independent and stable that I’d ever been in my life.
In 2017 my parents sold their business, the family house of fifteen years, and have since been living in a Bluebird Bus that they converted themselves. Both my brothers also have their own rides, a Dolphin RV and a VW Vanagon
At first, I didn’t think that type of life was for me. I liked stability, I loved books and wanted a library, I wanted a salt-water aquarium, I wanted a vegetable garden—and none of those were compatible with a life on the road.
And yet, here I am. I’ll admit part of seeing how they lived on the road made the idea enticing. But they still had their problems to deal with—new and old ones. I’d have to give up a lot of the conveniences society provided. No fast Internet is a deal-breaker for most folks.
But before I knew it, I had decided to join them. I needed a drastic change. I was doing everything right and I wasn’t satisfied. I think I just got so disillusioned with capitalism, that I had enough.
In October 2018, I quit my job, sold everything that wouldn’t fit into my VW Golf and by November, had met up with my parents in the Southern California desert. It’s a place where it looks like the something out of Mad Max. Welcome to your post-apocalyptic dystopia!
And yet, I was miserable. It’s not an original story—there are a lot of millennials out there like me. My job might pay me a living wage, but its stressful, frustrating, and absolutely not the field I majored in—English, of course. Having a lot of friends is fantastic, but it’s impossible to see each other because of conflicting schedules, and we’re all quietly hoping for the apocalypse. Like I said, it’s not an original story. I wanted more time to write and be myself, I wanted more money to do the things I wanted, I needed more flexibility with how I lived my life. And, the rest of my family was already living that nomadic life.
The Tip Jar
Other than occasional odd jobs, I’m writing full-time. I’m working on my first novel, so at the moment I’m basically living off the kind donations of people who want me to keep writing. Patreon is great for recurring contributions or you can buy me a coffee or two, and thanks.
It really means a lot to me.
Truth is, the bulk of my writing available online falls under the spectrum of fanfiction. It’s how I fell in love with writing in the first place. I dabble in several fandoms, but I mostly write stories set in the Harry Potter universe. My most popular story is, “Only A Boy.”
Only A Boy
Merlin had fulfilled his destiny. Albion was alive and beautiful, and magic was no longer feared in the land. But nothing ever lasts, does it? Memories gone, and in his ten-year-old form once more, he’s traveled over a thousand years in the future. Now, he has a new destiny: He has to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hide the fact that he’s Merlin, and defeat a Dark Lord that’s messing with magic he knows nothing about.
Short Stories and Flash Fiction
The infection is spreading, and though the color eludes him the smell doesn’t, but what’s a dog supposed to do?
Loss, childhood, and vehicular accidents.
Millennial feels, housing market, and the Great Lie.
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