A banner image that explains there are 27 stories in the anthology written by and starring folks, who are disabled, Deaf, Blind, neurodivergent, Spoonie, and/or they manage mental illness. There is also recognition of the support from the Canada Council the arts. And there’s an image of the cover of the anthology with the aurora nominee logo beside it.

Mini-essay Monday: Our CripLit Village

Note: Crip is a reclaimed term that many disabled folks use as a word of empowerment. CripLit is a term for disability literature.

January 19, 2023


Our “village” is a place we all seek. It’s that band of friends and strangers who become friends… a group who share our lived experiences. That collective where being perfect never has to exist. We can be messy, and we celebrate our messiness. Brains don’t hafta brain optimally. We understand that and work with it. 

Last night, I took my sick, exhausted body into my office, along with my brain that lived in a dense fog, and co-emceed a virtual book launch of Nothing Without Us Too. I moderated a panel where we were all delightful hot messes. Our answers were edifying, validating, honest, even snarky. Together we just worked. We just clicked. We accommodated, accepted, and celebrated each other where we were at. That absence of the pressure to present as “normal” leads to unrestrained freedom of the soul. 

Sometimes at book launches, one wants to impress, to “sell” the work. This is a business after all. But last night, all we cared about was the community we had with each other—disabled, neurodivergent, and mentally ill authors.  We laughed, we vented, we did nothing to be palatable to an abled, NT audience. People would have to deal with our perspectives, our experiences, our journeys. CripLit…the director’s cut. 

There is such a constant pressure for us to “perform” and “mask” to adapt to the Normies’ structure of society. It’s draining. So, to show up as our authentic selves, unedited, is a gift. A gift we need to bring to each other more often. 

This is why I am an advocate in literary circles. Spread out, we’re tokenized. Together, we’re a community to be reckoned with. Separate, we’re unique crystals of snow, but together, we’re a boulder torrenting down a hill, able to take out an entire township.

And we’re coming for you, ableism. We’re coming for ya. 


A greyscale close-up of me, standing in front of a blank background. I am a white woman with short silver hair cropped closely on the sides. I am wearing dark metallic rimmed glasses with rhinestones on the side. I’m wearing silver hook earrings with flat beads and a plaid shirt.

Cait Gordon is an autistic, disabled, and queer Canadian writer of speculative fiction that celebrates diversity. She is the author of Life in the ’CosmThe Stealth Lovers, and the forthcoming Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space (2023). Cait also founded the Spoonie Authors Network and joined Talia C. Johnson to co-edit the award-nominated, multi-genre, disability fiction anthologies Nothing Without Us and Nothing Without Us Too.

Featured Image of the paperback cover of Nothing Without Us Too with the Aurora nominee logo beside it. Text says: Thank you!

Nothing Without Us Too is a Prix Aurora Award Nominee!

I’m telling you, it was so hard to keep this information to myself. Both Talia and I felt our brains were going to explode. We were completely stunned to discover that the second anthology we co-edited, Nothing Without Us Too, received a nomination for the 2023 Prix Aurora Award in the Best Related Work category. We had previously received a nomination in the same category for the first anthology, Nothing Without Us, but we did not expect lightning to strike twice!

It was a heck of a mental health journey, curating an anthology of disability fiction during a global pandemic where eugenics messaging was almost daily. We knew how much weight many disabled creatives carried and how hard it was for a lot of us to create at all. So, this anthology feels like a collection of collective resilience. We were so saddened that Melissa Mead died before we could send out our acceptance but are really grateful to her family for letting us include her story, “Pest.” We also dedicated the book to her as well.

So, many emotions emoted during the production of Nothing Without Us Too. And even though awards aren’t everything, and there were so many stellar books that didn’t get nominated, we have to admit that receiving peer recognition of this kind does feel good. Thanks a ton to all who cast their nominations for this work. We do appreciate it!

Now this anthology can join their older sibling, which was a 2020 Prix Aurora Award finalist. I have no idea if Nothing Without Us Too will win in our category, but Talia and I agree that the big win was getting the anthology out there despite so many obstacles set against us. Anything else is bonus!

Voting for the actual Prix Aurora Awards will take place in June. I will keep you posted if you’d like to vote for our work and other amazing works! You just have to be a member of the Canadian Science Fiction and fantasy Association (CSFFA). Canadian citizens and Permanent Residents can apply to be members. It’s only $10 a year! And you can get a voters package with a bunch of free books and stories! Learn more at https://csffa.ca.


A greyscale close-up of me, standing in front of a blank background. I am a white woman with short silver hair cropped closely on the sides. I am wearing dark metallic rimmed glasses with rhinestones on the side. I’m wearing silver hook earrings with flat beads and a plaid shirt.

Cait Gordon is an autistic, disabled, and queer Canadian writer of speculative fiction that celebrates diversity. She is the author of Life in the ’CosmThe Stealth Lovers, and the forthcoming Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space (2023). Cait also founded the Spoonie Authors Network and joined Talia C. Johnson to co-edit the award-nominated, multi-genre, disability fiction anthologies Nothing Without Us and Nothing Without Us Too.

beautiful calm coast dawn

Mini-NonFic Monday: Processing Noise, Seeking Stillness

Genre: Nonfiction


In the stillness there is contentment. Less processing of sound and more flow of thought. I’m more at peace here, devoid of noise. Although I have no idea what totally quiet means. Even when voices aren’t present, there’s the hum of the fridge, the lamp timer softly ticks, and the fan of our furnace is constantly having an opinion.

Even so, amid the ever-present sound, I can sometimes feel the stillness. It comes from my own self. I like to communicate quietly. Someone in my past told my parent I was mute. I had to learn to be boisterous, feeding on the energy of my extroversion, copying the delivery I heard from comedians. Discovering what stuck and what bombed. Eventually, my humour was my own. I would be the life of the gathering. People got excited when I entered a room because they knew I would be entertaining.

I never had the chance to know what it would be like to be a non-vocal extrovert. For some reason, speaking out loud is important to so many people.

I would have loved to have learned signing as a child. Then, I could express my humour while being silent. The lack of voices would have made me feel calmer too, and I’m sure the banter would have been amazing.

I don’t understand ASL, but even without knowing the signs, I love watching the movements of the conversations. It soothes me. The facial expressions make me feel so engaged. Where I live now, they speak with their vocal chords and almost completely free of emotion. It makes me feel sad. I guess I prefer quiet communication with loud emotions.

My relationship with sound has always been complex. It can seduce me or repel me. I can be hard of hearing and acutely hearing at the same time. Voices often elude me. They get buried underneath all the other noises in the room.

Music has always been a huge part of my life. But I can love the drums yet go into a panic over repetitive patterns. Perhaps controlling the beat and varying it with riffs and rolls makes it okay in my brain. Whenever I was in a band whose musicians didn’t bother listening to each other, I felt tormented by the ghastly intersecting of sounds that didn’t go together. I would often lose my temper or beg them to stop playing, not understanding how they could be so calm amid the chaos.

Today though, I’m alone. It’s my day to control how much noise I hear. I don’t have to speak out loud for hours. This is paradise. A temporary visit to Innisfree. My only regret is that time is passing too quickly, and I will have to use my voice soon.

I wish people understood, even in my own family, how much stillness I need.

Because it dials everything back.

There is beauty in still moments.

If only they didn’t have to be so fleeting.


Processing Noise, Seeking Stillness © 2023 Cait Gordon. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission except in the case of brief quotations in critical articles and reviews. For more information, contact Cait Gordon.


A greyscale close-up of me, standing in front of a blank background. I am a white woman with short silver hair cropped closely on the sides. I am wearing dark metallic rimmed glasses with rhinestones on the side. I’m wearing silver hook earrings with flat beads and a plaid shirt.

Cait Gordon is an autistic, disabled, and queer Canadian writer of speculative fiction that celebrates diversity. She is the author of Life in the ’CosmThe Stealth Lovers, and the forthcoming Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space (2023). Cait also founded the Spoonie Authors Network and joined Talia C. Johnson to co-edit the multi-genre disability fiction anthologies Nothing Without Us and Nothing Without Us Too. 

Featured photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

A white paper with text in green marker that reads: March 17, 2023 #QwitterDay! And quitter is spelled with a w instead of a u

Why I am a #Qwitter

No, that’s not a typo. I meant to spell quitter with a W instead of a U. It’s my way of saying I finally quit Twitter.

In 2011, I had joined that social media platform and yeah, there was the odd troll here and there, but I’d just block them and continue to enjoy the fun folks. Twitter used to be quite social. I met so many friends there who I still have today!

Over the years, the mood of it changed to more of a social justice feel, and I followed many disability advocates or disabled folks just sticking up for their realities. I met wonderful author humans. I hosted a weekly writing chat for Spoonie authors. I loved how we all learned from each other. I grew so much as a person.

So, why did I leave?

I mean, there was of course, a certain musk in the atmosphere… But despite that plot twist, there was something else just as serious. Over the last few years, during the pandemic, my time on Twitter was taking me over. I was addicted and couldn’t put down my phone for hours sometimes. I would be emotionally impacted by what I read—constantly. Friends noticed. My spouse noticed. I felt I couldn’t leave it because I needed to remain there for other disabled and autistic folks who depended on the platform for its accessibility. I grew stubborn on this point, too. And I was in this endless loop of read, stress, read, stress. Finally, one of my friends just had it with me and confronted me on it. Out of compassion and fear for my mental health, they didn’t mince their words. Being autistic, I prefer it when people get right to the point, but it stung like hell. It hurt because everything this person said was true.

And I woke up to myself.

I love being a disability advocate in literary spaces. I love communing with authors online. But the drama and toxicity that came with my inability to stop droomscrolling was greatly affecting my mental health. I couldn’t sleep. I was having nightmares.

Did I mention that trying to process hundreds of people angry or hurting is a hellscape for an autistic person who is hyperempathatic? Because it is. I couldn’t handle it.

As I write this, I have just deleted my Twitter accounts for my author self and the Spoonie Authors Network. I am still on Facebook, Instagram, Mastodon, and will probably be using my YouTube channel more. So, I’m not gone from social media altogether; I’m just controlling where I am and how much time I spend there.

Shockingly, I don’t miss Twitter (I haven’t been on it much at all except to post where to find me and one event I participated in). I think I might have wanted to leave it for a while now, and just needed a loving friend to kick my butt.

So, if you find yourself caught up in a toxic mess on some platform, take it from me, it’s better to leave. Just as it’s important to remove yourself from toxic in-person situations. Your mental and physical health are more important. It might feel hard to do, but the nice people who want to follow you will try to in other ways.

I realized that I will never stop being hyperempathetic, but I am too strong a person to let a platform dominate me.

My friend knew this too. And when they saw me sobering up from my doomscrolling addiction, they said: “I feel like I have my friend back.”

Yeah. I was lost for a while there.

But I’m back now.

Thanks, friend, for caring that much about me, and tossing out a life preserver when I didn’t realize I was drowning.

And now, onto healthier, more joyful times!

Also, happy Saint Patrick’s Day to you all! Éire go brách!


A greyscale close-up of me, standing in front of a blank background. I am a white woman with short silver hair cropped closely on the sides. I am wearing dark metallic rimmed glasses with rhinestones on the side. I’m wearing silver hook earrings with flat beads and a plaid shirt.

Cait Gordon is an autistic, disabled, and queer Canadian writer of speculative fiction that celebrates diversity. She is the author of Life in the ’CosmThe Stealth Lovers, and the forthcoming Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space (2023). Cait also founded the Spoonie Authors Network and joined Talia C. Johnson to co-edit the multi-genre disability fiction anthologies Nothing Without Us and Nothing Without Us Too. 

Featured photo is #QwitterDay taken by Cait Gordon

gold glitter

Mini-fiction Monday: Golden Infinity

CN: Anti-autistic ableism Genre: Autobiographical poem


Golden infinity. 

A shimmering figure eight 

in repose. 

I’m not a puzzle piece. 

I have endless potential

of being. 

I’m verbal when I’m silent. 

My fingers speak for me. 

Tapping away. 

Sometimes I forget

to turn off the closed captions

on my face. 

I can’t remain focused on one star

when there are a plethora of galaxies 

just waiting to be noticed. 

Some touches cause recoil. 

Others are welcome. 

But on my terms. 

Sound can delight and make me soar. 

It can also cause me to recoil

and flee. 

I am kind, honest, and often clueless. 

Their rules make no sense to me

most of the time. 

Creativity is a salvation, a gift

given by the Creator. 

To practice my craft is to sustain my life. 

I am not “stupid.”

They just don’t want to try to

understand me. 

Folks like me diverge from the “norm.”

We don’t need to be repaired. 

We need acceptance. 

My brain is complex, a whirlwind of 

possibilities. It is mine. 

And I love it just as it is. 

I will never want to fit

into your puzzle. I will continue 

on this loop…

…of golden infinity. 


(Did you know a golden infinity symbol is often used to represent autistic pride?)

Golden Infinity © 2023 Cait Gordon. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission except in the case of brief quotations in critical articles and reviews. This is a work of fiction from the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. For more information, contact Cait Gordon.


A greyscale close-up of me, standing in front of a blank background. I am a white woman with short silver hair cropped closely on the sides. I am wearing dark metallic rimmed glasses with rhinestones on the side. I’m wearing silver hook earrings with flat beads and a plaid shirt.

Cait Gordon is an autistic, disabled, and queer Canadian writer of speculative fiction that celebrates diversity. She is the author of Life in the ’CosmThe Stealth Lovers, and the forthcoming Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space (2023). Cait also founded the Spoonie Authors Network and joined Talia C. Johnson to co-edit the multi-genre disability fiction anthologies Nothing Without Us and Nothing Without Us Too. 

Featured photos by Achira22 on Pexels.com

Person’s feet stand on wooden pathway

Taking a big step back in order to go forward

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 entered #PublishedAuthorLand in 2016, I was bright-eyed and full of beans! Now, not so much. Kinda jaded, to be honest. Don’t get me wrong, I love being an author, but that’s just it. I need to return to what I love—writing stories in my quirky little worlds with my quirky little characters.

Since entering Canadian SFF circles, I have met some really cool folks, some folks who are icky, and others who have caused harm. That was an eye-opener. Navigating the awfulness has been exhausting. (But thanks to those of you who remain awesome. You are the lights in the dark!)

Also, as a disabled and autistic author, I’d discovered my stories that star disabled protagonists are “not relatable.” Eventually, I realized I’ve been looking for love in all the wrong places. In my opinion, while markets and editors say they welcome stories from authors who are disabled, it often seems like they are checking a box of inclusion requirements instead of trying to understand the types of stories we write. Often they don’t even know the basics about how we identify ourselves. This has made me wary of submitting to those projects, especially because when I bring things up, I risk being regarded as problematic and further marginalized from those circles.

I’m more than a checkbox item. I’m a fully fleshed out person with my own lived experiences. And they are valid and can live within whatever genre I choose to write.

The lightbulb really came on for me when I began submitting short stories that were not accepted, which happens to everyone, but my disabled beta readers or sensitivity editors were like, “What?! How did that get rejected?” I just shrugged and figured it was part of the game. One story in particular kept getting the boot. Until I submitted it to a grassroots lit mag run solely by disabled, neurodivergent editors. It got accepted the same day and highly praised. Huh. I mean, I was like, “Yay!” but it made me think. Then an anthology came up, run by editors I knew from my disabled circles, so I put my foot on the gas and wrote a protagonist unashamedly reflecting my feelings as an autistic 50-something. I submitted it anonymously and sold it. Huh.

I began to wonder if I solely submit my works to editors who understand disability from their own lived experiences and who are aware of the diversity within disability, there might be less of a chance I would get the response, “I can’t relate to the character/story.” I would probably feel way better getting a non-acceptance because it would mean my story needed more work, or it just wasn’t a good fit.

I also find myself wanting to participate in or observe author communities who truly make efforts to welcome folks like me. Not just invite us because we make them look inclusive. I need these spaces to be inclusive. And that often means conferences having folks like me in their staff or as consultants and actually listening to them. Or, non-disabled staff (and disabled staff too) being humble enough to understand they will always have to learn new things even if they do make genuine efforts to be inclusive.

By “limiting” myself to writing disabled characters and finding disabled-inclusive or disabled-run spaces, am I preventing my career from growing? Who knows? I’m mean, there are a lot of readers out there who are disabled and get excited to find themselves in fiction. I am one of them! And at my age, I would rather have five readers who love my work than try to reconfigure myself into someone I’m not, just to advance my career. I won’t give in to microaggressive messages or even blatant ones that insist I sacrifice who I am as a person. I’m Cait Gordon, a disabled crone, autistic, and queer. I’m an extroverted tornado who cares about social justice, being fun, and putting cake in space. I don’t have my act together and am a work in progress. I’m not typical. If you want typical, then I’m not for you.

A huge area of true joy for me comes from communing with authors who are disabled, d/Deaf, Blind, neurodivergent, Spoonie, and/or who manage mental illness. The Nothing Without Us and Nothing Without Us Too anthologies allowed me to meet wonderful authors and their protagonists. I’m really glad I was co-editor of those projects. But they were so much work, even though they were a labour of love. And I am getting older, so my disability is tougher to manage. While I will never regret doing those projects because the world needs these stories, it’s time for me to go back to being a writer myself.

And what will I write? My happy wheelhouse is fun space opera that makes one think. Season One: Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space is coming out this year (Thanks again, Renaissance press!), and I have my episode prompts for Season Two drafted. I also want to finish Life in Another ’Cosm, my first YA book and sequel to Life in the ’Cosm. I also plan to write a Romance space opera novella that nobody asked for, which stars an older woman who is autistic and disabled and snarky as heckin’ heck.

I definitely have stuff to work on. It’s time that I step back from advocacy (just a teeny bit on that one) and the drama of author circles (a huge step back there) in order to go on an extended writing retreat.

Because at the end of the day, writing stories is my heartbeat. My books have actually saved my life more than once. And that’s not hyperbole. They are a salve for my mental health. But I can’t write them if I have brain clutter.

So, here’s to Marie Kondo-ing my brain clutter, removing what doesn’t spark joy, and going forward with writing the stories I want to write. I will be deliberate in how I spend my time and spoons. While I know I can’t avoid stressful situations altogether, I can make a better effort to put me first, in the healthiest way.


A greyscale close-up of me, standing in front of a blank background. I am a white woman with short silver hair cropped closely on the sides. I am wearing dark metallic rimmed glasses with rhinestones on the side. I’m wearing silver hook earrings with flat beads and a plaid shirt.

Cait Gordon is an autistic, disabled, and queer Canadian writer of speculative fiction that celebrates diversity. She is the author of Life in the ’CosmThe Stealth Lovers, and the forthcoming Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space (2023). Cait also founded the Spoonie Authors Network and joined Talia C. Johnson to co-edit the multi-genre disability fiction anthologies Nothing Without Us and Nothing Without Us Too. 

Featured header photo by Tobi on Pexels.com

seashore under white and blue sky during sunset

The freedom that comes from saying, “I can’t.”

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 even then, a rollator cannot take away my fatigue, pain, or complex post-traumatic syndrome disorder (cPTSD).

We disabled people are often subject to incredibly annoying and frankly obnoxious inspiration-porn stories about “overcoming.” Someone overcomes their mental illness or disability or whatnot and then this line is hurled at us: “So, what’s your excuse?”

My excuse, buddy, is shut the eff up.

Disabled people are not put on Earth to inspire you. Sorry to burst that bubble. And we are not a monolith. There is diversity of disabled experiences, even within the same disability. So maybe just try learning a thing about our community instead of telling us to suck it up. Because one of these days, we will collaborate and construct a high-tech yeet machine and have you visit the sun.

But back to my reality of “pushing through.” When one lives with a chronic condition, the line gets blurred about when one should just stop an activity or back away if a situation is causing one harm. It’s so easy to tolerate more mental and physical burden than I should because hey, it’s something I always do, right?

Except under no circumstances should I subject myself to further harm of my bodymind. I need to train my brain to act sooner.

There are so many “motivational” memes about saying “I can” to things, we forget the power of “I can’t.” We forget the freedom that “I can’t” brings.

Put up with gaslighting? I can’t.

Put up with being overly scheduled? I can’t.

Put up with a toxic environment? I can’t.

Put up with anyone or anything causing me harm? I can’t.

When I declare the “I can’t,” I’m really saying, “I won’t.” I use the word can’t because in my brain, it means, “I cannot allow that anymore.”

And when I act on the “I can’t,” a huge weight is lifted from my shoulders.

I tend to be someone who is a helper. That’s my nature. I’m told time and time again in therapy to remember to put myself first once in a while and not deny myself the things that bring me peace and joy. I’m a freelance editor and while I love making books shiny, I have to save time for my own writing. I am an author too. Writing stories is one of the most important salves that soothes my mental illness. In fact, I wrote The Stealth Lovers during a year of constant panic attacks, and it doesn’t read that way at all. It’s funny. And that’s because when I write, it’s like a protective dome drops over me that blocks out my stresses, and I just live in my world-building for a time. Speculative fiction is a godsend for me.

I have dedicated over a year to the Nothing Without Us Too anthology, which I love to pieces and am gobsmacked by the talent of our contributing authors. However, my writing got put on hold. So, while I am thrilled to promo this wonderful collection, I have to make my own works a priority.

So, “I can’t” create a work-life where there’s no space for my creativity.

Social media (SM) has offered me the chance to connect with so many wonderful folks, especially in the disability and neurodivergent communities. The ability to use SM and messaging to chat with people is an accessible form of getting together, which has saved my life during this pandemic era. But, as many of you know, SM can really mess with your mental health. I also think because I am autistic, I cannot be pummelled by too many opinions at once. It’s really difficult for my brain to parse through all that, and it becomes too much.

So, I can’t continue doomscrolling or even staying online for too long. I have to reconsider how to use it and who I want to follow.

Publishing has opened doors for me these past six-plus years. It’s been one helluva adventure. And again, I have met so many humans who have enriched my life. Have I ever learned so many things! Attending conferences and participating in and sometimes moderating panels have offered such an opportunity to grow, network, and make friends who share a love for books! Yet, sadly, in every circle, there can be people who maybe aren’t so healthy to be around, or who are outright hurtful.

So, I can’t align myself with publishing folks whose attitudes don’t lift others up or whose egos and entitled behaviour get in the way of creating a thriving and inclusive community.

In conclusion, saying “I can’t” is kind of awesome.

I highly recommend it.

My wish is for you to give it a whirl as you reflect upon your own life.

I bet you can!

(See what I did there?)


Cait Gordon is an autistic, disabled, and queer Canadian writer of speculative fiction that celebrates diversity. She is the author of Life in the ’CosmThe Stealth Lovers, and the forthcoming Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space (2023). Cait also founded the Spoonie Authors Network and joined Talia C. Johnson to co-edit the multi-genre disability fiction anthologies Nothing Without Us and Nothing Without Us Too.

Featured header photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

A teal cane with a black handle leans on a aple wood desk. There is a white keyboard tray with a silver keyboard on it. And there’s a silver laptop on the desk

The Ableism and Privilege Behind “You Must Write Every Day”

You are the expert on yourself. 

(This article first appeared in Write, the official magazine of the Writers’ Union of Canada, Summer 2022 edition.)

One of my favourite things about being in author spaces is discovering how many ways there are to reach the end of a first draft. Some folks are pantsers, meaning they don’t plan at all and allow their minds to take off when they write. Others are plotters, crafting detailed outlines that guide them from beginning to end. I like to say I can be a prompter: I coax myself to write chapters by responding to a series of writing prompts. The diversity within the various writing methods is wonderful and fascinating to me, as is the diversity of the authors themselves.

This is why I find it so disheartening, and frankly annoying, when someone declares an absolutism like, “You must write every day” or “You must write at least 5,000 words a day” or “You must write for several hours each day.”

Seriously?

Often these statements are accompanied by a shaming attitude, which I presume is supposed to pass for motivational speaking. 

As someone who is autistic, disabled, and who manages mental illness, I will never endorse this kind of thinking. Because making a “you must” rule about the writing process dismisses the lived experiences of writers who are disabled, neurodivergent, and/or who manage mental illnesses and/or chronic conditions. It also erases the reality of financial inaccessibility or financial insecurity. This often results in authors feeling like they are “less than” because they cannot achieve a certain pace or output.

Award-winning poet A. Gregory Frankson, editor of AfriCANthology: Perspectives of Black Canadian Poets, told me he hadn’t heard these “you must write” statements before. “Who said that pile of nonsense?” he asked. “Would they say that to the single mom juggling work, kids, and writing? Or to the writer of colour, deflated because no publisher will take their work seriously despite their obvious talent? Try to say that to me — a person who has trouble focussing for extended periods due to ADHD and has to grapple with the impact depression and anxiety have on my ability to write on any particular day, with no way to predict when difficulty may arise. Privilege has its privileges, it seems.” 

“As someone with chronic pain and ADHD, I need to not only wait for moments when I am inspired to write, but also moments when I can sustain sitting long enough to write.”
Derek Newman-Stille

Frankson not only brings up home-life and financial situa­tions, but also how authors who are marginalized in publishing based on their race can go through periods where the motivation is just not there, and how a neurodivergent brain that is also deal­ing with mental illness cannot be coaxed to perform on demand.

Trent University professor Derek Newman-Stille is a nine-time winner of the Prix Aurora Award for their digital humanities website, Speculating Canada. “We talk a lot in disability studies about the idea of ‘Crip Time,’” they said. “Things don’t happen on the same timeline when disabled creators do their work. We have extra things to take into account, like the amount of spoons we have available or the ability to manage pain enough to write. As someone with chronic pain and ADHD, I need to not only wait for moments when I am inspired to write but also moments when I can sustain sitting long enough to write. Trying to tell us that we aren’t taking writing seriously if we don’t write a certain amount per day disregards fundamental disabled needs.” 

It can be wholly frustrating when non-disabled, financially secure folks think there’s a one-size-fits-all path to success, completely ignoring those of us who manage spoons. I don’t mean kitchen cutlery, but the metaphor from Christine Miserandino’s essay “Spoon Theory,” where she uses spoons as measuring tools to describe the mental and physical energy it requires people with chronic illnesses to complete a task. So, getting up might be a spoon. Taking a shower might be three spoons. The idea is that we “Spoonies” have only so many spoons available to us in a day, and that number can vary from day to day. When the spoons are depleted, we can’t take on anything else. 

And you know what? Spoonies are authors, and they are readers. We often spread the word when we encounter authors, editors, and even publishers who project narrow attitudes teem­ing with privilege. If I suspect someone wouldn’t respect my bodymind (a term used in disability spaces to indicate the mind and body are not separate) and the writing process that works for me, then I’m not really interested in exploring their body of work or submitting my fiction or nonfiction to them. 

In 2019, Talia C. Johnson took a journey with me to co-edit Nothing Without Us, a multi-genre collection of short fiction whose authors and their protagonists are disabled, d/Deaf, neurodivergent, Spoonie, and/or who manage mental illness. We gave authors a four-month window to submit fiction of 1,000–3,500 words. It was important to provide as much notice as pos­sible for authors to write their stories as it was for us autistic and disabled co-editors to read them. And when we put out the call for Nothing Without Us Too in 2021, we actually gave nine months advance notice and put out a teaser call before our submission window officially opened. We reduced the lower word-count limit to 500, because we understood many of us disabled and immu­nocompromised folks had been especially worn down from the stress of the pandemic. Offering this extra time and welcoming a lower word count were the least we could do. 

“These attitudes are extremely ableist and pile on the guilt that many of us have had since childhood.” 
Talia C. Johnson

Another subtext to the “you must write everyday” mentality is how it underscores ableist attitudes about underperforming. Talia C. Johnson is a board member of A4A Ontario, an independent, autistic-led self-advocacy group. She mentioned the harm done by propagating these excessive (and dare I say aggressive) standards. “For Autistics and other disabled people, these attitudes are extremely ableist and pile on the guilt that many of us have had since childhood when we aren’t able to meet mainstream expectations,” Johnson said. “The line they give us? ‘You’re just being lazy,’ or ‘You’re just not applying yourself.’ Meanwhile, we’re curled up in a ball from the overwhelm and overload. Then, when we do achieve something like this, we’re shut down because we dare to share a different viewpoint, perspective, and dare to name the male-bovine manure we encounter every day.” 

It’s also important to mention that some of us have no desire whatsoever in achieving an everyday writing quota. Poet, author, artist, and playwright Bernadette Gabay Dyer says this plainly: “To be honest, I am not one of those writers who feels they must write every day. I certainly could not restrict myself to doing so. Such a commitment would eventually become like a ball and chain.” 

However, it’s equally important for me to stress that authors who manage spoons are not a monolith. Some of us do write nearly every day. “I write regularly on weekdays,” says Cathy Smith, a prolific writer who uses “Khiatons,” which is Mohawk for “I write” or “I am a writer,” as her motto. “It’s a modest amount but it adds up. I usually take the weekends off from writing to do my marketing or editing. I don’t know if it’s possible for me to be a rapid-release writer, but I can be productive if I pace myself. I keep at it, even though most ‘able-bodied’ writers are told they must do more than I am doing, but I’d rather be the turtle who still keeps going than a rabbit that burns out.” 

Speaking of burnout, my brain went “nope” in 2020. I deserted my work-in-progress to focus on my mental health. If anyone would have tried bullying me with “You must write every day,” I would have used all my spoons to launch them into the sun. Then in April 2021, I felt so done with the eugenics messaging directed at the Crip community during the pandemic, I needed to dive headfirst into a world-building project inspired by universal design and the social model of disability. Both these concepts illustrate a society where everyone’s bodymind is already considered and integrated, so accessibility and accommodation are the norm. I completed a first draft of my episodic series, Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space (Renaissance, 2023), using Camp NaNoWriMo as my motivation tool. It’s a twice-a-year, month-long writing challenge where the premise is to write every day while tracking your words through the website. It can be really fun. What I like about the Camp NaNoWriMo dashboard is that authors can choose their own word-count goal. After setting what I feel is a reasonable goal, I try to hit it by writing to a certain word count each day. However, I always have this caveat: I will stop if I am hurting myself, either physically or mentally. And even though I still don’t write every day during NaNoWriMo months, they’ve helped me complete first drafts of works that have been or will be published. Because that’s the thing — whether we write occasionally or more frequently, many of our stories do get finished. 

In 2018, I came across a social media post of a partial quote from American author William H. Gass that I felt was pushed as universal wisdom: 

“Compel yourself to write several hours every day no matter how bad you feel.” 

It propelled me to write an article for the Spoonie Authors Network entitled, “You must write every day — my favourite BS notion.” In it, I suggest my own advice: “If you’re an author who manages a disability, write when you are able. Don’t feel you need to harm yourself in order to follow someone else’s standard.” 

Because let’s face it, you know your own life situation best and are the expert on yourself. 

So, with all that is going on with your reality, and remembering that celebrating the diversity of writing methods promotes accessibility and accommodation, I wish you great success with arranging the alphabet. 

On your own terms. 


Cait Gordon is an autistic, disabled, and queer Canadian writer of speculative fiction that celebrates diversity. She is the author of Life in the ’CosmThe Stealth Lovers, and the forthcoming Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space (2023). Cait also founded the Spoonie Authors Network and joined Talia C. Johnson to co-edit the multi-genre disability fiction anthologies Nothing Without Us and Nothing Without Us Too.

The Wibbly-Wobbliness of Depression

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 and a therapist, so don’t worry about me, okay?

But yeah, situational depression has walloped me hard. It has joined forces with perimenopause hormonal weirdness, and the seasonal fatigue of fibromyalgia.

A perfect storm of yuck.

I feel sad, for sure, and wiped. It’s hard to concentrate. Everything seems difficult to do right now. But on a day of me feeling really low, you might also find me posting about my latest book, my LEGO Star Wars Advent calendar mini-build, or how I was singing along to show tunes.

Depression isn’t always being sad and remaining under the covers. It can be a wibbly-wobbly thing. I can still laugh while managing a depression. I can even still be productive, socialize. But the underlying symptoms are still there. So, I need to keep in touch with my medical staff and be honest with my loved ones about how I’m doing. Since I also consider myself an advocate for mental health and normalizing its discussion, I am open about it on social media too. And, this blog.

Depression isn’t something to be ashamed of. For me, it can be a sign I have put up with a crappy situation for far too long and want the crappy situation to be yeeted into the sun. Yes, pandemic, this would be a subtweet about you if I had written it as a tweet.

Depression has been an unwanted visitor a few times in my life. I rate it zero stars. Mainly because my brain can be really mean to me and put me down a lot. One friend said my depression is jealous of me, and tries to keep me from seeing how awesome I am. (I need to bake this human a cake.) But yeah, depression for me tries to rob me of my joy. So an act of resistance against it is to seek out people and activities who/that stir joy.

One thing I have learned is how much I need people right now. I am ridiculously lucky, though. My critique group of authors are there to help me through the developmental writing phase. This is something I never really needed before, but I heckin’ value it these days! I have a relationship with my husband where I can openly talk about my mental health and receive support. My closest friends are also dealing with mental health issues, so we get each other. And I appreciate the support from the medical professionals who want me to thrive. I have zero shame in asking for help. I will wave the flag, ring the bell, whatever it takes to announce I need someone to keep me from sinking.

The timing of this wave of mental illness is interesting too. Work-wise, I mean. I am co-editing another anthology with my BFF, Talia C. Johnson (Nothing Without Us Too). It’s again a collection of stories from authors who are disabled, Deaf, Blind, Spoonie, and/or they manage mental health. If I had to work on any project while managing a depression, this is a good one. I know I am among my peers. So, how do I take on a project of this magnitude while depressed? Talia and I have a system designed for maximum Spoonie-ness. Plus, we’re really upfront and real with how we’re doing. But the stories lift me up as well. Knowing there are other authors in my community who are putting words together in this awful time feels like an act of hope—and rebellion, to be honest.

In my upcoming book, Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space, there is a senior officer who manages mental illness. I never reveal a diagnosis but refer to “peaks and valleys”. Depression can feel like peaks and valleys. The wibbly-wobbliness of depression in my experience means that it isn’t static. Some days suck to maximum suckage, other days are great, some are meh. I might react to depression by fighting it, or resting, or cosplaying a Barbie.

Creativity has always been a huge rescuer of my brain. I’m grateful I am still able to feel motivated for those things. Even turning my Star Wars mini-builds into ornaments for my tree has been fun. Cosplaying Barbies into Lartha and Iris from my book was special too. I say hi to them every day.

A miniature LEGO X-wing fighter hand on a Christmas tree, looking like it’s flying over LEGO buildings that rest on a red and white faux-fur tree skirt.
Deck the halls with pew, pew, pew!
A square cubby of a white wall unit features a Barbie with magenta hair, shaved on one side, brown skin, and who is wearing a black and grey uniform. She has two prosthetic legs. Right leg is in a tall black boot. Left leg is golden and in a short boot. There’s a rainbow Pride lego between the two women. The other woman has fair peach skin, platinum blond hair in a plait and is wearing a grey, silver, and beige uniform with short black boots. She is holding a low-vision cane.
Security Chief Leanna Lartha and Lieutenant Commander Eileen Iris

Oftentimes, I will be making some craft and getting really into it, then I’ll say to my husband, “I don’t know why doing this is so important to me right now.” And he’ll reply with, “Because it makes you happy. It’s good to do it.”

And that’s kind of it, isn’t it? Things don’t have to make sense as I manage this depression. If what I am doing brings joy and isn’t harmful to myself or anyone else, then that’s how I’ll ride out this whirly brain condition.

Just know that I will believe folks who can be happy and still insist they are dealing with depression. Totally understand what that means. My hope is that you get the supports you require to take care of you best. My wish is that you thrive to utmost thrivage. That’s not even a word, but I don’t care.

So, in closing, sure, it’s supremely difficult wanting to live through this muck, I mean, experiencing a situational depression where the situation is pan-global is so wicked awful.

But my greatest inspiration is spite.

I shall stay alive for spite.

Spite works.

You know, like, “Ha! I’m still here. Deal with it.”


Closeup of me. I'm a white woman with bobbed silver hair tucked behind my ear. I have a youngish face. I'm wearing a grey tee that has in old English font: "Hmmm..." Geralt of Rivia

Cait Gordon is a Canadian autistic, disabled, and queer author of speculative fiction that celebrates diversity. She also co-edited Nothing Without Us with Talia C. Johnson, a 2020 Prix Aurora Award finalist for Best Related Work that has thrice been part of a disability studies syllabus at Trent University. (The submission window for Nothing Without Us Too is currently open until Jan 31, 2022!) When not fine-tuning manuscripts, Cait advocates for disability representation and is the founder of the Spoonie Authors Network.

bee on a yellow flower

What the heck has Cait been doing???

Hi, fellow followers! It’s been a good while since I’ve posted here. That’s because I took a work hiatus from my freelance editing career to focus on my latest WIP, Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space! I am happy to say that the hiatus was successful and the first “season” of this episodic series is off with beta readers! (I really want a streaming series and am not famous enough for one, so I decided to put mine in book form.) Iris and the Crew is about the adventures of the crew of a science vessel, the S.S. SpoonZ, which is a ship that’s fully accessible and whose society provides all sorts of accommodations. It combines my love for disability advocacy with space opera, humour, and mentions of cake. I have been invited to submit it to my publisher, Renaissance, and hope to do that in December of this year.

All good hiatuses come to an end, though, and September meant back to work for me as an editor. And now, on October 1, I resume the role of co-editor in chief with my BFF, Talia C. Johnson for the Nothing Without Us Too anthology. Once again, we’re seeking stories for this multi-genre collection, from authors who are disabled, d/Deaf, Blind, neurodivergent, and/or who manage chronic illness and/or mental illness. It’s going to be a challenge doing this anthology with a pandemic over our heads, but Talia and I are all in. Our brand of quirky humour will see us through.

Part of the self-care I did during the hiatus was being really honest with myself. I’d planned for a great second season of my In the ’Cosm podcast. Unfortunately, I knew I wouldn’t be able to manage the production of it and work on the anthology. My guest authors were amazingly understanding. Mental and physical health comes first. Hopefully one day, when things get a little easier, I can resume with that podcast. I had so much fun doing the first season!

And that’s what the heck I’ve been doing. If you’d like to support the works of this wee author, please visit my All Published Works page. Or just follow me on this blog and my social media. Let’s connect!

Happy spooky season! Woooooo!


Closeup of me. I'm a white woman with bobbed silver hair tucked behind my ear. I have a youngish face. I'm wearing a grey tee that has in old English font: "Hmmm..." Geralt of Rivia

Cait Gordon is a Canadian autistic, disabled, and queer author of speculative fiction that celebrates diversity. She also co-edited Nothing Without Us with Talia C. Johnson, a 2020 Prix Aurora Award finalist for Best Related Work that has thrice been part of a disability studies syllabus at Trent University. (The submission window for Nothing Without Us Too is currently open until Jan 31, 2022!) When not fine-tuning manuscripts, Cait advocates for disability representation and is the founder of the Spoonie Authors Network.