No fancy OP this time because I am running on E! I’m definitely not a couple of days late! This week’s person of interest is you, dear reader. Tell this fat frog lady all about your lovely selves this week. Tell me what makes you laugh and what brings you joy in this hell on earth we call home.
As always, we ask that in order to participate in the weekly megathread, one self-identifies as some form of disabled, which is broadly defined in the community sidebar:
“Disability” is an umbrella term which encompasses physical disabilities, emotional/psychiatric disabilities, neurodivergence, intellectual/developmental disabilities, sensory disabilities, invisible disabilities, and more. You do not have to have an official diagnosis to consider yourself disabled.
Mask up, love one another, and stay alive for one more week.
Tanya Huff’s vampire books were mostly her just writing to not starve to death. The main character is a detective who’s largely retired due to the same eye condition the author deals with. Kinda hits harder in the face of how Canada treats people with disabilities. I hope that Canadian writer is doing well.
I think this must have been quite common in the past. Lots of children’s novels from the 20th century featured women, particularly widowed or otherwise single mothers, writing novels because it’s the only way they could feed themselves and their children. Two that come to mind are The Railway Children, and Ruby Ferguson’s “Jill” series. Re-reading these novels as an adult, it’s actually pretty disturbing, the bits where the characters can only eat if their mother manages to sell her latest story.