My BFF, Talia C. Johnson sent me a meme with this text on the evening of January 31, 2023: January was a tough year, but we made it. (Author unknown?) I wish I knew who to credit for that quote, so please let me know if you do because it’s such a mood. When I …
Continue reading Taking a big step back in order to go forward
As much as I wanted 2022 to leave, I turned over a new calendar and *poof* felt hopeful for what possibilities 2023 could bring! My optimism astounds me too. But hey, let’s not argue with it! Season One of Iris and the Crew is imminent! Time really flies! I got the acceptance for the first …
CN: Mentions of ableism, eugenics, the pandemic, depression, suicidal ideation, gaslighting, and physical illness Whew. I made it. Just barely. Let’s recap, shall we? Nothing Without Us Too came to be! Holy moly, when Talia and I pitched Renaissance to take on a second disability-fiction anthology, we had no idea the work would happen during …
Continue reading Goodbye 2022. Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out!
CN: Mentions of mental illness, ableism, disability symptoms, and toxic environments As a person who manages a chronic pain and fatigue disability, I’ve had to constantly “push through” my discomfort in order to have any semblance of a life. Sometimes I have aids like my mobility device to make things much easier on me, but …
Continue reading The freedom that comes from saying, “I can’t.”
(I like to rhyme.) Hi, folks! Whew, we're into year three of the pandemic, and so far I have not caught the virus because of my clever approach of "having absolutely no life outside my home and what is even time anymore and I think my medical support people are now my only real friends." …
Continue reading It’s 2022! Still here, still queer—COVID’s a pain in my rear.
Most people who interact with me in person or for the past 20+ months, virtually through video conferencing, know me to be a funny, laughing, and cheerful soul. Even these days. And I am knee-deep in depression. Before I go on, I want to let people know I am under the care of a doctor …
To those of you who write works with a word count of fewer than 40, 000 words, I appreciate you. You've made my life easier during this pandemic. You see, a pretty awful thing had happened to me last year, besides not seeing friends or family in person since before March 2020, besides having autistic …
Continue reading Dear authors of shorter fiction, a love note…
There is an expression I often use in therapy: “My life is equal parts awful and awesome. As long as the awesome is really awesome, it wins.” To be completely honest, though, it’s difficult for me to write this post because I'm currently managing a depression. Still, sometimes it’s good to examine one’s life, even …
Update: I am still Swirly but now identify as abrosexual! Heya! I'm freshly 51 years old, and I announced a thing on social media this week: https://twitter.com/CaitGAuthor/status/1296435437137997826 My way of announcing that I'm cryptosexual, by saying "It me" and adding a heart with the flag colours of yellow, salmon/coral, mauve/lilac, and greyish-brown. Cue the crickets... …
Before the pandemic started (and my brain could words), I really enjoyed participating in Twitter writers chats. They’re pretty fun. Often, the first question asked is our name and the genre we write in. I almost always write something like this: Hi, I’m Cait (like cat). I’m a humorist who writes space opera with aliens …
Cait Gordon—author and editor 