Very little progress. Click on for a more writerly bunch.
This is another ramble, move along quietly.
I’m writing this in the early hours because there is actual silence in the house. Everyone’s asleep. It’s kind of eerie. Not much tangible progress for me. I am taking a writing break for a while. I mean it this time. I had a dream last night that I was stuck in a room with Jillian Michaels during a zombie invasion, and she was giving me shit for only losing 11lbs when we had no food supply. I’m starting to worry about my mental health. :O
No, seriously, I have a love/hate relationship with a lot of things: broccoli, fugly yellow nail varnish, high heels, and most of all, writing. I might have fallen over the line onto to the hate side lately.
On a basic level, I love writing—obviously I love and enjoy a lot of things, but I’m passionate about writing (just not all the other stuff that tags along with it), and I know that doesn’t come across to most people because I’m not confident about it. I don’t talk about it much, except to my OH, but he already thinks I rock so I can be myself around him.
I come from a culture that plays down everything. Confidence tends to be seen as arrogance, and it’s hard for me to get into that whole creating a buzz thing, and apparently that seems like I don’t care. People seem so comfortable talking about themselves and their books (basically acting normal—sigh), but I tend to do the complete opposite and shy away—even bios tear my soul in two, and lets not talk about blurbs which are basically long-winded versions of ‘my book rocks, go buy it’. The expectations and constant ‘this is what you must do’ wears me down. It would be nice to take away the pressure and do whatever I feel like for a bit. No editing or acting all professional. *Snort*
Side note: I recently read that y/a writers have an obligation to their younger readers to behave in a certain way. I’m now terrified to swear on my own blog.
Anyway, my OH won’t be around next week, and my laptop is having serious technical difficulties (hence the late post, and lack of blog hopping because I cannot get into my feedreader), so I’m taking the hint and taking a break from “work” this summer. But only because I want to shake loose all the “extra” crap and get back to what I really love to do. Write the story that’s in my head and not worry about anything else for a while. Maybe I’ll blog a bit more. There is obviously not enough sneaky sarcasm in the blogiverse. Maybe I’ll make a stealthy return to Twitter or Facebook. Maybe I’ll even start adding people I actually know as friends.
I would enjoy the sun, but since our heatwave from last weekend, we’ve had hail, rain, and even thunder. Awesome. I love thunderstorms, just , you know, not in the middle of June.
Two of my kids had ear infections this week. Two. Someone’s messing with me, I swear. Five kids, almost seven years of motherhood, and we managed to avoid ear infections completely until this year. My six-year-old was like something out of the Exorcist. The vomiting, sweet Jesus, the vomiting. And explaining to a two-year-old that it takes medicine a while to kick in is not pretty. Explaining to the healthy kids why the sick kids couldn’t play when the others felt just fine was the definition of head-melting. So. Many. Questions.
Lots on next week. Too many appointments, I already feel like I’m forgetting something. I have to book an eye exam too. I need glasses, or new eyeballs. :/ I can’t explain how sad this makes me. I can’t even wear sunglasses for five seconds without feeling immensely irritated. I’m already cringing at the thought of how many pairs of glasses I’ll actually go through. Hello, five small kids. I can’t go near contacts because eye-touching freaks me out, and I’d probably manage to lose them in my eyes. I’m so optimistic, I should be spat on.
Instead, I’ll watch videos like this, cry, and count my blessings. *Is a sucker* Have an especially delicious weekend lads and ladies.