I Built My First Disabled Community With a Fictional Character
Author image / Body positivity / chronic fatigue / chronic pain / Crafting characters / Fibromyalgia / Living fully / Spoonie Challenges / Writing journey

I Built My First Disabled Community With a Fictional Character

I’m sure many of you will read that title and think: One too many cupcakes, Cait? Is all that sugar affecting your perception? Nope. It’s true. My first entry into feeling in community with a disabled person was when I bonded with Noola Quirk from Life in the ’Cosm. Okay, yeah, I know it seems … Continue reading

Finding Me: On Writing as Myself
Author image / Cerebral Palsy / Crafting characters / Multiple Sclerosis / Represention / Writing journey

Finding Me: On Writing as Myself

I’ve written over sixty books in multiple genres that run the gambit: short fiction, romance, fantasy, poetry, young adult, children’s literature, horror and suspense, even some science fiction. In all of those books, I have never had a character that was disabled—not in any of my books. I was born with cerebral palsy (CP). When … Continue reading

I’m Not F**king Brave
Author image / Body positivity / Cerebral Palsy / chronic fatigue / chronic pain / Living fully / Multiple Sclerosis / Represention / Spoonie Challenges / Writing journey

I’m Not F**king Brave

Just to set the record straight, I’m not brave, okay? I live with spastic cerebral palsy (CP) and relapse-and-remitting multiple sclerosis (MS). I can’t count the number of people who have called me brave. I always smile and nod when they say this, but the truth is that bravery has nothing to do with it. … Continue reading

Mine for Keeps
Author image / Cerebral Palsy / Crafting characters / Represention / Spoonie Challenges / Writing journey

Mine for Keeps

I remember very distinctly the first time I read about “someone like me” in a book. I couldn’t have been more than ten or twelve at the most, and the book was Mine for Keeps by Jean Little. The main character, Sally, had cerebral palsy—just like me. She wasn’t the sad, crippled friend that you … Continue reading