Writing groups should be supportive, not a bunch of soul-crunching bullies.

Earlier this month, I saw this tweet from author Heather Carlson: https://twitter.com/Hezzah/status/1229071090821009411 My response was: https://twitter.com/CaitGAuthor/status/1229578290869886978 I've written before about gatekeepers who push the everyone-must rules. You know, like the infamous tripe, "You must write every day." Not only are those types of statements just plain wrong, they are also classist, ableist, and a whole …

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Sensitivity editing is not censorship—it’s about respect.

This morning my friend tagged me on a post featuring an article about sensitivity readers. Without reading the article, I replied, "Yes! I use sensitivity readers and editors all the time!" Then, I did a bad thing—I read the comments. Ugh. A few people equated this type of editing to censorship and others made some really insulting …

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Asking for Reader Feedback: Scary but Awesome

Last year I joined a writers’ group called The Inkonceivables (I know, right? Adorbz!) with authors Nathan Fréchette, Marjo Lafrenière, Éric Desmarais, S.M. Carrière, and Jamieson Wolf. Confession: I really, really, really, times infinity did not want to ever be apart of one. Probably because of previously witnessing writers' groups whose members spoke as if fatally …

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Terri Skuce, Canadian Poet, gives me feedback on ‘Cosm

You know how in films it seems the director makes a person pause for an eternity before answering a question, but in real life it might only take two seconds? I'm telling you after I burst out with, "The suspense is killing me. What do you think about the book?" it felt like 20 years went by before Terri replied. In that pause I told myself I totally sucked as a writer. Then I ran away from home, dug a hole, and buried myself in it.