I was orphaned somewhere in Sumatra, and eventually adopted by an American couple who raised me in their secluded home in Hawaii. Impressed with how easily I learned American Sign Language, my new Ma and Pa tought me to read and write English next. To this day, most of my writing is in English.

My handwriting has always been terrible, so I took over Ma's old manual typewriter soon after I learned the alphabet. She got tired of hearing me hunt and peck, so she masked the keys and wouldn't let me type until I memorized the keyboard. Soon I was touch typing at 20 words per minute, and started my first novel at age 6.
By the time I was 7, I realized that first story was juvenile trash, and I threw it away. I've thrown away others since, but never one as bad as the first.

In "Honey Hive" I wanted to explore interactions between different strains of modified humans in the early Galactic Era. Jump drive is bringing once-isolated cultures into contact and conflict. Some modified human strains date back to the Solar Era, when humanity was confined to the Solar System.
Social systems vary even more widely than the artificially expanded human genome does. How people act and react depends far more on their upbringing and expectations than it does on their genetic heritage, and how cultures interact may depend on individual behavior.
The plot of "Honey Hive" came to me on a visit to Hawaii a few years ago, but sat on a back burner till last year. If you don't see it on my author's page at smashwords.com, you may want to turn off the site's "adult filter."