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I’ve just handed in my final edits for Captain Maven and the Ice Queen, a short story that will be appearing in Mighty: An Anthology of Disabled Superheroes.
Here’s a bit about the book:
With great powerchair comes great responsibility…
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s… accessibility!
You wouldn’t like me when I’m out of spoons…
All too often, superhero media depicts disability as something to overcome on the journey to becoming a hero, or as a sign of villainy. It’s time to make heroism accessible for everyone.
In these 15 stories, you’ll meet winged wheelchair users, supernatural spoonies, guardians with glaucoma, and many more. These disabled superheroes fight villains as well as outdated ableist stereotypes, and show that anyone can be Mighty. You can preorder the paperback HERE and the ebook HERE.
The book is out October 10th!
C’mon! Get Mighty!
I have been unable to write.
Staring at the screen,
I can feel the words
within my fingertips
wanting to break free,
to flow onto the white screen
until their story is told.
Yet, every time I go to write,
the words wait still,
unable to break past the barrier.
I turn away from the words,
turning my gaze to the river that runs by me
I notice that the water
has slowly risen.
If I do not take a breath soon,
the water will soon be above my head
without a breath to sustain myself.
When you take my hand,
it’s like all my words find me at once,
flying from my fingertips
like birds across the page.
You put your arm around me;
I feel stronger with you near me,
though it should be me keeping you strong.
As if you can hear my words,
you turn my face towards yours
and now I can’t see the flow of water,
but I can see the sea in you.
Your eyes hold depths I know well,
for I looked deep within them
when we gave our hearts to each other.
It was within the depths of your heart
that I finally found home.
I know that whatever comes,
we will get through everything together.
As you take my hand,
I watch as the water recedes a little.
Seeing a motion in the sky,
I look up as my words
arrange themselves above us.
Leaning into you,
I watch and wonder
what they will say.
Much excite!
I’m going to be appearing on Rogers Daytime with Derick Fage to talk about my novel Queen of Swords! How awesome is that?
Rogers Daytime is live from 2pm to 3pm. I will be on the show on Monday, September 18th, 2023. You can watch it on Rogers cable channel 22. If you miss the live show from 2pm to 3pm, don’t worry! It plays again at 6pm and 11pm. If you don’t have Rogers cable, don’t worry! It will be posted online 24 to 48 hours later.
I’m looking forward to talking about what it was like to have this novel in my head for ten years before it was published and what it’s like writing while living with a chronic illness and a disability.
I hope you can tune in! Wish me luck. I love talking with Derick Fage. He just puts you at ease and he’s great at making guests look amazing. I’ll be a little nervous as its live television, but that’s part of the thrill, too, right?
Here are the details you need to remember:
Monday, September 18th, 2023
Live from 2pm to 3pm, repeats at 6pm and 11pm
Rogers Cable Channel 22
See you on the screen!
If you had told me
that in ten years,
I’d be a completely
different person,
I would have laughed.
At the time I was diagnosed,
it felt like my world
was flooded with
so many different emotions.
I was alone on a raft,
floating out to nowhere.
I had no clear idea
of where I would end up
or how I would get there.
I had to learn about
who I was all over again,
and what I was capable of.
It took me a long time
to turn away from hatred,
my own and the hatred of others.
I didn’t know at the time
that I was capable of loving myself
and what my disease had made me.
Once I let go of the fear,
a whole new world opened up for me.
I was still afraid,
but I wasn’t holding onto fear
like a life preserver.
Fear would not save me,
but an open heart would.
I made a long ago promise to myself,
standing in a dark basement
of an apartment filled with trees
that belonged to a forest I was desperate
to leave behind.
I told myself that I would love
everything about myself
that I deserved love,
even when I was afraid.
That choice led me down
a totally different path,
one that I would not have found
without the choice I made to love.
That choice led me to you
and the love that has bloomed
so beautifully between us.
You don’t complete me.
Instead, you compliment me.
You see me as I really am,
and you know me,
deeper than I know myself.
When I look into your eyes,
I see another kind of sea,
but not the one that I was lost upon
oh so long ago.
Instead, it’s a sea of the emotions
that I feel for you
and that have led us to a new path,
one that we have forged together,
every stone representing memory we share.
Looking at the path before me,
at the stones that have yet to be filled
with memories, I am not afraid
of what waits for us.
We will face whatever comes together,
knowing that ten years to love
have opened another doorway
towards our future.
I bought you a t-shirt.
When I saw it,
I thought of you,
but I will not be the one
to give it to you.
You have not spoken to me
in twenty-seven years,
over half my life.
I don’t know why I thought of you,
only that you bloomed in my mind
and I pressed buy now
before I could think about
the reasons behind the action.
When she asked me if I
wanted you to know,
I told her yes, then no.
I knew that if you knew
that I was the one
to buy you the shirt,
you would not wear it,
just like you have not spoken to me
in so long.
The thing that has been most
on my mind is that you
have become someone
that I don’t even know.
You are not my brother anymore,
not my twin or the
other half of me in the mirror.
Before we could speak words,
we spoke our own language
and for a years,
we shared a link that I thought
would never be severed.
Yet, as we grew older,
we spent all of our time
trying to be individuals,
tired of being endlessly compared
to each other, never separate.
Well, now you have become
a stranger to me and I’ve realized
that we finally have what we wanted
so long ago.
Though my heart grieves
for what it has lost in you,
I no longer want to carry this
weight, or the memory of you, within me.
As I kneel at the rivers edge,
I put my hands in the water,
letting the weight of
you swim free.