Originally posted in 2021. Since then some of Woolf’s writing (a 1915 diary entry in particular) has been widely criticized as ableist. As impressive as Woolf’s prose may be, I do not agree with her opinions on illness and do not support the killing or incarceration of people judged to be “ineffective” or intellectually disabled.Continue reading “Review: The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf”
Category Archives: Mental Health
Yes, You CAN Write Neurodivergent Characters
A companion to the post Should All Writers Have Neurodivergent Characters?, in which I discussed the mountains of research, storyline alterations, and ethical qualms writers may face when they consider writing fiction with neurodivergent characters. While these are valid concerns, I know that many writers still want to create NCs (neurodivergent characters). Maybe they’re neuro-spicyContinue reading “Yes, You CAN Write Neurodivergent Characters”
Still Functioning
If it isn’t obvious by now, regular blogging is not my thing. I won’t apologise for it – I have a number of valid reasons – and I won’t list my excuses, since that will probably just bore you. So, dear reader, what should I write about? Maybe you’d like me to share some of myContinue reading “Still Functioning”
Leaving the Novel in Progress (Part 2)
My fiction feels like a way to prove myself, and that isn’t healthy. The relationship must either change or end. A follow up to my last post.
Yes, it’s been a while. Forgive the delay – I had a strange work schedule and several class projects to juggle. Anyhow, back to the matter at hand, which can be summed up like this: “I’m writing a book, but I don’t know what it’s about.”
Leaving the Novel in Progress (Part 1)
How the beautiful promise of a published novel narrowed my focus too much. I did consider stopping, once or twice, but the idea terrified me. Wasn’t the NIP (novel-in-progress) my anchor? Wasn’t it the reason I studied literature and creative writing, and read widely, and started this website – and wasn’t it my lifelong dream to be the Author of a Book? There was no other job I wanted to do. There was nothing else I was this good at. What else could I do with my life?