Andy Brokaw is an agender writer of own-voices queer polyamorous fantasy. Their various diagnoses include Autism, ADHD, Bi-polar Disorder, PoTS, and allergies/sensitivities to sunlight, bell peppers, and most pollen.
When not writing, they can be typically be found with a crochet hook in hand as they watch bad movies or sports with a cat in their lap, reading scifi/fantasy novels with a cat in their lap, or out on snow teaching skiing. They're an avid fan of the Seattle Kraken, deliberately bad movies, and all forms of tea. Their eyes are always olive green, but their hair color is subject to change.
They live high in the Cascade Mountains with their partners, two cats, and a German Shepherd.
Andy's Life
Adbridged
Once upon a time, way back in the twentieth century, Andy was born in a place they prefer not to think too much about.
They lived in many other places as a child, including some in Europe and the Middle East. In the last of those (London, England), they met a young juggler named Jimmy.
They married Jimmy, had a child together, and lived a bunch of other places including Baltimore and the Cascades.
They learned to ski.
They fell in a love with an artist named Amanda. So did Jimmy. They couldn't legally marry her, so didn't. But they still consider her their wife.
They published some books. They burned out. They reinvented themself as an author, moving from real(ish) world YA and into adult queernormative fantasy.
They moved to the top of a mountain pass and learned to teach skiing.
Somewhere along the way, they learned a bunch of stuff about themselves. They figured out they're ADHD, just the quiet kind and not the bouncing-off-the-walls kind that got diagnosed when they were a kid. They realized they're on the autistic spectrum, just not with a presentation that would have gotten them diagnosed younger. They figured out their recurring major depression was actually bipolar depression and needed different pills. They're happier for knowing all this, although they still struggle with what to do about any of it.
And they kept writing books. Because that's how they stay sane. Ish.