Kara's ship spent over a century reaching its new world, hauling thousands of colonists as DNA samples and digital consciousness. She woke up to learn the ship's artificial wombs had been sabotaged shortly after the ship had passed the point of no return. The AI told her it had spent the rest of the voyage devising a workaround for the lack of artificial wombs.
As my stories suggest, I live in a large city on America's west coast. I'm gainfully employed at a large, faceless corporation, and live with my wife and several adorable pets. Like any super hero, I write at night and keep my alter ego shielded from the public.
I've been writing science fiction off and on since my teens, but either couldn't finish stories due to writer's block, or they were fan fiction and thus unpublishable. Then one day I picked up the keyboard again, got frustrated with a block, and just wrote a sex scene. It was a spectacular one, and once it was over I learned that this was a genre I could actually write stories in. That was a bit of a tough self-revelation for me.
Eventually though, the two halves of my author persona came to an uneasy truce: the erotica writer in me actually writes, while the more traditional author hovers over his shoulder begging for my stories to have "real" content.\