Domain transfers, dudes. Domain transfers! *shakes fist at sky*
The site had a bit of an outage (sorry about that) and for this and several other reasons, I decided to finally transfer my domain to my web host. It was like trying to untangle a ball of knotted yarn, no idea where to start and where to end and aaaaaahhhhrrrg! Then Jeff came along and did some very patient customer service chatting with me, didn’t make fun of me for being quite obviously a clueless idiot, and guided me through the process of disabling my whois guard protection and unlocking my domain and getting my EPP code and – *hyperventilates*.
Then he magically made my site reappear out of thin air.
Anyway, if I retain my sanity today, its entirely because of Jeff.
Go Jeff. Good man. Have a cookie.
No blog posts until just before Spectacularly Broken was released, and that was over two months ago. The hell?
Unfortunately, this happens to me sometimes. Without trying to make it sound pretty – I have depression, severe anxiety and adult ADD. There is a lot going on in my head. I’ve struggled with this most of my life, and it has all steadily gotten worse to the point where I can no longer function without medication. I still try to keep the amount of meds low, taking some of them only on an as-needed basis (which is cleared with my health professional, of course). Unfortunately, even the meds can’t fully pull me out of the valley when my depression hits a low point, and then I tend to distance myself from the internet. Facebook posts are less frequent, I don’t tend to answer emails, I just plain don’t interact. That goes for real life too. I don’t generally leave the house much during these episodes, unless I absolutely have to, or I make myself take a walk in an attempt to feel better. So if you’ve tried to contact me, please forgive me for not getting back to you right away. I will eventually. At some point, the hypomania hits, and then I’m productive and full of energy, I clean the house, I cook and freeze food like a crazy person. I dance a Vienna waltz around the kitchen with my son.
(No joke. My kitchen is huge. It’s the largest room in my house, actually.)
Most important of all, I write. I get close to despairing when I’m in the valley because my head won’t let me write, and when I force myself to do it anyway, what comes out is the worst piece of writing in the history of mankind, or at least it seems that way to me. And then, once I’ve managed the climb, I’ve got ideas and energy and I write and write and it’s awesome.
I just wanted to put this out there. Now I’m gonna go back to writing about an artist and a baseball player and a little sister who steals condoms to use as water balloons.
I’m tired. My child is cranky. There’s glitter everywhere.
I had to work an overnight shift, until four thirty this morning. The baby routinely starts his day at six or seven, or eight at the latest, so I didn’t have a chance to get a whole lot of sleep. Consequently, I’m a zombie today. It’s a miracle I didn’t pour orange juice into my cereal or put my pants on backwards. And my book comes out tomorrow, so I’ve been running around trying not to hyperventilate and tear my hair out. On top of all that, kidlet learned how to climb stairs, so now he has yet another way of bringing about his untimely demise if I take my eyes off him for half a second.
I do crafts to calm myself, and because I once told my editor that it seemed to me she hoards her authors like a dragon does its shinies, I did a pretty terrible marker drawing of a dragon (I can’t draw people or animals to save my life, don’t tell anyone, it’ll bring down my street cred). Then I started gluing glitter all over it, because why wouldn’t I?
The cats may have walked through the glitter once or twice. But I’m sure my lovely, amazing editor will appreciate my grand gesture of one clumsy glittery cardboard dragon-like abomination.
If you’d like to marvel at my creation, head over to my Instagram, there’s a couple of pictures on it. 😀
Blech. Not a surprise to anyone, I’m sure, that I place bronchitis very firmly in the “no fun” category, especially now that my eleven-month-old has it as well. Tough to get anything done when my day currently consists of coughing spells, miserable kidlet, and me feeling sorry for myself. It’s the first time that my son has been actually sick sick, and since I’m not very good at the mommy thing yet, I spend a lot of time freaking out and trying to make sure that he’s comfortable, which means I have a harder time recovering, myself.
Apart from that, I’m having chocolate since that fixes everything, my cats are pouting because I don’t have enough energy to make them feel like they’re the center of the universe, and it’s snowing again which- ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Hey guys, I have awesome snow in my back yard. Free to a good home. Limited time offer. Bonus bronchitis included when you pick it up.
The kidlet has been cranky lately. He has also been busy playing with the world’s most annoying baby toy drum set. In trying to retain my sense of humor, I thought about what sorts of tracks the kidlet would lay down if he were to record a CD. Here’s the list:
1. Look It’s A Thing Lemme Bash You In The Face With It
2. Everybody Hurts (When I Chew On Them)
3. Hi My Name Is Kidlet And I Want To Put Carrots In Your Face
4. The Boobie Ballad
5. Everything Is Stupid But Napping Is Worse
6. Ode To My Feetses
7. What Is This I Put It In My Mouth
8. Sleep Is For Losers
9. Food On The Ceiling
10. NAKED! (And Why You Should Be, Too)
So I’ve been trying to come up with an idea of what I am even going to put on this blog. These days, it’s pretty much expected of an author to be maintaining a blog, to entertain with funny, informational and thoughtful commentary on… well, that’s the rub. Who the hell knows?! Am I even interesting enough to pull this off? I just want to write some books and stuff!
So I’ve been asking everyone within a ten mile radius the question “What in the world should I write about in my blog?” The answers I got were as follows.
My beta reader:
“Uhhh. I dunno? Funny work anecdotes. Funny baby anecdotes?”
“The exciting and eternal struggle of what to feed your husband for supper.”
“The intricacies of achieving world domination without opposable thumbs.” *
“Food! Wait, what’s a blog? Can I eat it?” *
“How everyone should sit as proper and precisely as I do.” *
… and that’s when I gave up.