Seanan McGuire, Cat Valente, and a number of other authors I respect immensely were talking today about using Patreon to fund some of the things that keep authors alive and working, like health insurance and a cushion in case of expensive disaster. They make a lot of sense. So I've started a Patreon. Patrons will… Continue reading Patreon Is Live!
I will be doing a Q&A while wearing raccoon pajamas and probably playing ukulele or something at 9 PM EST on Wednesday. Follow me on Periscope so you don't miss it. https://www.pscp.tv/WrrrdNrrrdGrrrl/follow
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 about… Continue reading Every Day
Yesterday, 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 a lot going on in this body. It's amazing to me that so many people get to go through the first thirty, forty, fifty years of their lives without thinking much about their meatsuit. It doesn't interrupt them. It doesn't stop them from going places. It doesn't rebel when they eat perfectly normal things.… Continue reading Health Update
As you can probably tell from the title of this blog being "Title," my composition skills are failing me. The brain is tired. In a better place than the last few months, but tired. Still, the gap between blogs was bordering on too wide to jump, so here's a wobbly platform to stand on between… Continue reading Title
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 possible 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 flurry… Continue reading New Year, Very Similar Me