Caiti Quatmann | writer + editor

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I forgot this place exists. But I have remembered now.

I’d be so powerful if I got a dopamine rush for finishing normal tasks instead of random hyperfixations.

The moment I get comfortable on the couch is the exact moment I realize my kids start screaming about something in the other room.

Sometimes I forget I’m a real person and not just a little consciousness floating in the universe.

What’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had that you still think about?

My favorite writing tool is procrastination. It pairs well with overthinking and caffeine.

Me: this poem is terrible. Also me: what if it wins a Pulitzer, though?

Find the people who get ridiculously excited about your weirdest ideas. The ones who send you unhinged voice notes about your work. The ones who remind you why you started. That’s your community.

If you’ve ever deleted an entire poem in frustration and then rewritten it from memory, congrats, you’re a poet.

Autism means you need a plan for every situation, even the imaginary ones that will never happen.

I saw a squirrel burying a nut this morning and thought, “Wow, he’s really got his life together.”

If forks could duel, would sporks be the neutral referee or an illegal weapon?

Disability justice isn’t just about access—it’s about dismantling the systems that see disabled lives as less valuable.

In my head canon, the Tooth Fairy isn’t collecting teeth for money; she’s hoarding them for a sinister dental art project.

My kid just yelled “BE CAREFUL!” at me while I was standing completely still. Do they know something I don’t?

My 3-year-old just offered me a single goldfish cracker in exchange for my phone. I respect the hustle, but also, no.

Reading poetry is just vibes. Did I understand it? Maybe. Did it destroy me emotionally? Absolutely.

No one warns you that kill your darlings will turn into a full-on massacre during revisions.

#CaitisWritingPrompts
Write something that starts with: We let it

There is nothing better than having artist friends who hear your wildest ideas and say, "YES, MAKE THAT HAPPEN." Find your people. Protect them. Make weird things together.

Me: “I need to do this one task.” Also me: does 17 other things and somehow still doesn’t complete the task.

What’s the one thing you’ll always procrastinate, no matter how urgent it is?

Being a woman means men will explain things you already know while ignoring everything you say.

What if pens get stage fright and that’s why they stop working mid-sentence?

My autism be like: I might miss the joke, but I’ll laugh later when I finally get it.

ADHD is losing your keys 3 times a day but knowing exactly where you left that one random pen last year.

In my head canon, Sleeping Beauty wasn’t cursed; she just desperately needed a nap and used the spindle as an excuse.

My 7-year-old just asked if clouds ever get tired. Not prepared for the emotional weight of this question.

“Because I said so” isn’t bad parenting, it’s just what happens when you’ve already explained something five times today.