You must write every day—my favourite BS notion.
chronic fatigue / chronic pain / Fibromyalgia / Living fully / Spoonie Challenges / Writing journey

You must write every day—my favourite BS notion.

I have been trying so hard to stay out of social media arguments these days, stopping myself from reading or writing comments. Mostly because I find it comes to nothing in the end and drains my spoons. But then a thing happened this week I couldn’t ignore. A quote appeared on my Twitter timeline from … 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

Super Spoonie Mom!
chronic fatigue / chronic pain / Fibromyalgia / Living fully / Parenting / Spoonie Challenges / Writing journey

Super Spoonie Mom!

Super Spoonie Mom. Yeah, that’s me. I have chronic pain and a fatigue that has never gone away. I’m also the mother of a two-year-old who, I swear, is nuclear powered. Most kids, when they have run around for three hours, crash and sleep. NOT THIS CHILD. Nope. She keeps going.  If I could only … Continue reading

Dickie Boy and a Sense of Inevitability
Accessibility / chronic fatigue / chronic pain / Getting support / Spoonie Challenges / Writing journey

Dickie Boy and a Sense of Inevitability

I love genealogy, especially since I discovered my late father descended from English kings, including Richard III—although I did have to delete his father’s line in 2012 (see article from The Guardian). This is relevant because my father’s family includes a lot of people with scoliosis, just like Richard III, or as I call him now, … Continue reading