Bruises on my knees and thigh from falling out of the bathroom last night. Remind me not to do that again.

I had been having trouble with my leg all day and forgot about it when I emerged from the bathroom; fell, spun around, fell onto the toilet and then on the floor. Very classy. I stayed on the ground, staring at the ceiling for a while in the hallway because there was nothing to pull myself up on. And then crawled/rolled into the livingroom and sat against the couch for five minutes trying to catch my breath before I finally managed to pull myself up.

The times I forget I’m disabled are the most dangerous times of the year.

Sketch I did last night trying to draw my main character from my NaNoWriMo novel ‘A Vantage Point of Asses’. I didn’t do any writing though, oops. And I don’t know what to do about her hair. Meh. Any ideas? Her name’s Jenna. In fact, does someone else want to do all my character design? I pretty much suck at doing stuff without reference and all my freehand/no ref faces look the same, more or less.
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Sketch I did last night trying to draw my main character from my NaNoWriMo novel ‘A Vantage Point of Asses’. I didn’t do any writing though, oops. And I don’t know what to do about her hair. Meh. Any ideas? Her name’s Jenna.

In fact, does someone else want to do all my character design? I pretty much suck at doing stuff without reference and all my freehand/no ref faces look the same, more or less.

A little more info on my NaNo book

fayeandaly:

The title, now reverted to ‘A Vantage Point of Asses’, refers to the main character’s general point of view as she is in a wheelchair.  It’s going to be a YA novel and I changed from Butts to Asses because Asses has a more clear double meaning, here. 

There will be a bunch of humor and a bunch of asses (and cute butts, too). Well, you get it. It starts like this:

Imagine being at butt height every single day. Jenna Carter knows exactly what that’s like; she’s been staring at people’s butts for years, spending most of the day sitting in a wheelchair. That’s her awkward predicament.

I’m not going to finish in time but I don’t really care, I just like that I have an idea of what I really, really want to to write. People with disabilities are not often represented in fiction. I always wanted to do this, but I never quite knew where to take it. I felt a little under-qualified, too. I should be an expert, being in a wheelchair and all, but I guess I never felt I had a right to assume I am the right person to represent people with disabilities in a book. I feel better about it now, though. Do you think it’ll appeal? What do you think, followers?

I’m really curious to read yours!


Love love love,


Faye


It’s NaNoWriMo time! I’m attempting to write a 50.000 word novel in 30 days. I aim to not finish, but I’m writing a YA novel and here’s my start. Funny? Not funny? Should I quit while I’m ahead?

Imagine being at butt height every single day. Jenna Carter knows exactly what that’s like, she’s been staring at people’s butts for years. Spending most of the day sitting in a wheelchair, that’s her awkward predicament.

Since I’m having an honest -share personal things with you- day, let me tell you about my disability.

Some of you know this, others don’t: I’m physically disabled.

I was born on September 30th, 1987, a full 12 weeks before I was supposed to be born. Premature birth was more common in the 80s for children born out of IVF.

My lungs were barely fully developed as I was still very small so I was ventilated. At some point on my first day, my lung collapsed and the pressure on my brain increased, causing me to have a hemorrhage, which did some serious damage.

I have, since that day, had cerebral palsy. For me, this means a left sided spasm (the entire left side of my body is affected) and even some traces of it in the right side of my body (like fine motor-function). Most people, when they think of spasm, think of involuntary flailing of limbs. This is not the case for me, but there is constant tension in my body and I can’t control the movements I make as precisely as I want.

So I walk funny. As a child there was never much of a problem with energy, but by the time I was sixteen, I needed a wheelchair for long distance trips. Now, when I walk, it’s with a walker. Getting older - and lack of exercise of those muscles that I can’t use - has made things a lot worse. I can’t walk without my orthopedic shoes without holding on to something anymore. My energy is drained MUCH faster than it used to be.

Still, I live in my own house, by myself. I have a part-time job (that I’ve had for three years) and a creative outlet. I’m not always happy, but I try to be.

Faye talks feelings: My disability

fayetalksfeelings:

I’ve posted something like this on my other blog before, but it was kind of the minimal amount of info because I didn’t want to overstep the attention span boundaries of the people that just follow my blog for artsy things.

I was born on September 30th, 1987. I was supposed to be born December…

In case you want to know more about my disability. In case you want to know me, just follow that blog.