Space background with ringed planet. In white text: Life in Cait's 'Cosm

Noola schooled me in ’Cosm. Xax did in The Stealth Lovers!

I feel my characters in these microcosms are always trying to tell me something about myself. When I was drafting Life in the ’Cosm, I was #DisabledAndAlone, so not in community with other Disabled folks. I was frightened, completely unsure about my future. I had been a runner and worked out regularly. Then fibromyalgia pummeled …

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ID: Adorable grey and black tabby kitten sleeping on a carpeted stair.

I took a March break for self-care. Here’s what I learned.

SPLAAAAT! That was the sound of my existence two weeks ago. I'd been juggling different assignments and got to the point where my brain went on strike. I literally couldn't make any decisions about work-related things. My mind and body united in a resounding, "NOPE!" By now you all pretty much know I'm a disabled …

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Everyone’s writing, and I’m all like…

Ever feel like everyone's writing but you? I do. Now that I’m published and have all these new writer friends and acquaintances on social media, I’m able to read updates about their word journeys. To me it feels like they’re constantly writing. Meanwhile, I’m all like, Yeah, I need to lie down now.  After working intensely on Life in …

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An Unusual Symbiosis: How My OCD and I Have Learned to Work Together

Disclaimer: This is my personal story and should not be substituted for medical advice from a physician or trained professional. I have copious amounts of self-confidence, teetering on a get-a-room-with-yourself-already conceit. Not the slightest blush of humility or humiliation can be found on my cheeks as I talk about my mental illness. Now, my self-worth is …

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Writing with a chronic illness.

In 2014, things were so bad for me, I was sure we needed to move. I couldn't get up and down the stairs without wanting to cry. The thought of me once run-walking five days a week to now barely being able to take steps without a cane freaked me out. I felt panic-stricken. My sleep was atrocious because of experiencing pain levels 8 and 9 on a frequent basis. All my activities had come to a halt. I was practically house-bound. And since I am an extrovert, the loneliness was unbearable.