Common advice tells you to write every day. I never got the hang of it. NaNoWriMo is coming soon, and then, I'll write every day. I'll live in one project (the last of the full Planetary Tarantella novels, An Epitaph For Everything Else) so completely that I'll dream it and forget how to talk aboutContinue reading "Every Day"

Recently, I found out that a friend who shares my illness, a friend who was instrumental in my pursuit of diagnosis and proper treatment and who is a publicly visible advocate for disabled people, was being stalked by someone who accused them of "faking" and "has a friend who is writing an article about it."Continue reading "What It’s Like to Live With EDS (Because Clearly People Still Don’t Know)"

There's only so much a girl can change. Perhaps I am growing old. Except that college kids keep mistaking me for their people, so possibly I am not growing old correctly. All the same, I refuse to give up my purple hair or my gratuitous cursing. Anyway. Each year, I look around at the flurryContinue reading "New Year, Very Similar Me"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Okay, no, but seriously. It's National Novel Writing Month again, that time when novelists and novelist hopefuls set out to write 50,000 new words in one month. This year, I'm a NaNo Rebel (as defined by the NaNo show-runners) because I'm working on an existing project that already had ~30k words on November 1st.Continue reading "Updates from NaNoLand"

First off, it's nice that I can post any old thing on this blog and y'all read it anyway. You might be here for the politics, or the writing, or the queerness, or the book recs, but you seem to keep reading regardless of my dumping uncategorized content in here. I love you, too. InContinue reading "Long Absence, Few Words"

So, you wrote a book and it's out in the world now. You don't have a Big 5 powerhouse shelling out thousands of dollars to market it, and so, in addition to your classy Author hat, you must wear many others; the ink-stained chapeau of the publisher, the bedazzled manic pixie dream bowler of theContinue reading "Self-Promotion for Indie Authors: Spam Not Included"

While struggling to keep laying down words in both Pharos and Epitaph for Everything Else, I realized I had a problem. I'd forgotten how books work. The creeping vines of Netflix binges, Twitter rants, news cycles, and medical concerns had completely locked down my mental processes. My attention span suffered. My scope narrowed. My brainContinue reading "I Forgot How Books Work"

I recently took a trip back to Vermont for my Grandfather's memorial service. He was a good man. I miss him. He taught me to fish and to be patient; I still try to use one of those things every day. While I was there, I saw my cousin for the first time in aContinue reading "A Grief And A Gift"

I'm stuck! Wheee! Okay, but seriously. I've got two books on the burner, and I can't seem to get a fire going under either of them. It happens. You're chugging along, knocking out a few hundred words a day, and then your country elects a belligerent news-cycle nightmare and suddenly there's no brainspace left forContinue reading "Banging Your Head On Your Desk, And Other Solutions"

As most of you know, I have some mobility issues that come with chronic illness. My body is always at a minimum of 2 on the pain scale, hates moving for long stretches, and has a tendency to keel over. I bought my first cane more than a year ago, and it helps, but onContinue reading "Getting the Electric Chair and Living"