I skipped out last week. So this is week 10.
Things like painting the kitchen cabinets, alphabetically organizing my eff'd up bookshelf. Writing about myself for forty freaking weeks = boring.
Yes, I said boring. I'm totally mind-blasted from talking about myself. I don't find myself that interesting. At least not to talk about for 40 weeks.
I wish I could've gone back in time to warn myself how this would be destined to go down in history as one of my more impulsive, not well thought out ideas.
I'm private for a reason, for goodness sakes.
Rant over.
Call me a cry baby if you want. I deserve it.
I’m not a quitter so I’ll still do these posts, but occasionally I’ll feel the need to vent.
I guess I should share why I’m so very cranky.
Last week, I got a streak of gray in my hair from the insanity. The day job, whew! I would’ve thought it was a full moon, but I think that’s this week. I went home every night totally exhausted. Then I had edits to work on. Lots and lots of edits.
My own edits.
My four critique partner’s full manuscript edits (I swear we’re all psychically linked).
My daughter’s thirteenth birthday party with eight wonderful teen girls (so much fun and that wasn’t sarcasm. I really enjoyed watching them do teenage-y things).
In the grand scheme of my life priorities, blog posts are way on the list. I’m feeling a wee bit burnt out. So, here are some some pictures that make me feel refreshed.
One thing you'll learn about me is I like to come up with fun projects. I’ll be all gung ho. Storm the castle! Then halfway through the project, all the fun dribbles out. I’m left with a project, not so much fun anymore.
Things like painting the kitchen cabinets, alphabetically organizing my eff'd up bookshelf. Writing about myself for forty freaking weeks = boring.
Yes, I said boring. I'm totally mind-blasted from talking about myself. I don't find myself that interesting. At least not to talk about for 40 weeks.
I wish I could've gone back in time to warn myself how this would be destined to go down in history as one of my more impulsive, not well thought out ideas.
I'm private for a reason, for goodness sakes.
Rant over.
Call me a cry baby if you want. I deserve it.
I’m not a quitter so I’ll still do these posts, but occasionally I’ll feel the need to vent.
I guess I should share why I’m so very cranky.
Last week, I got a streak of gray in my hair from the insanity. The day job, whew! I would’ve thought it was a full moon, but I think that’s this week. I went home every night totally exhausted. Then I had edits to work on. Lots and lots of edits.
My own edits.
My four critique partner’s full manuscript edits (I swear we’re all psychically linked).
My daughter’s thirteenth birthday party with eight wonderful teen girls (so much fun and that wasn’t sarcasm. I really enjoyed watching them do teenage-y things).
In the grand scheme of my life priorities, blog posts are way on the list. I’m feeling a wee bit burnt out. So, here are some some pictures that make me feel refreshed.
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| Burney Falls |
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| Yosemite National Park |
I hope it is settling down now. Those beautiful pictures should help.
ReplyDeleteYep, yep! I have two ms's to finish edits on. My edits are finished. And tomorrow's Saturday. I plan to go for a long bike ride and relax:-)
DeleteYou can do it! So glad Savor isn't finished yet. Wouldn't want to add to the amount you already have. I'll give you a heads up when it's done. *hugs*
ReplyDeleteLol, I actually can't wait for Savor. That's why I'm working so hard to finish my other projects, because I hate making anyone wait months to get their edits back. There is something magical about reading the commentary/ reactions of your readers. In knowing whether a particular scene moved them emotionally. I love that feeling.
DeleteYep, the POV takes on a different POV when yuo HAVE to get things done. But you will get through it! And of course, when we blog, it's all about us. What "I" think, what "I'm" doing, how "I" feel. And yeah, it's hard to be create all the time. Ah, well:)
ReplyDeleteThat's so true, Gwen. I think it is easier to be creative when you're not physically and emotionally drained. Turns out I was coming down with a cold, which explains my general blechy feeling when I wrote the post. I should be back to my happy self once I kick it. Thanks for stopping by and for your support. It's people like you who help motivate me. Thank you.
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