Blog, schmog: A Collection of Ramblings
I'm sitting here in my kitchen with a cup of cold Kona coffee beside me, listening to the rain on the roof and my kid making eagle noises in the other room.
This house has become Thunderdome. Daily battles for dominance, but without Aunty's wheel. (Give it time, though. Our boredom and engineering prowess know no bounds.)
Full disclosure here: I've been really struggling with all this covid stuff. It's terrifying. As someone who has always suffered from substantial anxiety who now is raising a child with substantial anxiety, this is a bad time. Hell, these last three years have been a bad time. But this is definitely the worst it’s ever been. Depression hits and it hits hard--and when you really need it to JUST NOT, it tends to flip you a big ol' middle finger. Sleeplessness. Worry. Shower crying. I fear for my 87-year-old grandmother, or my parents in their sixties. We're isolating, distancing. I'm more than happy to stay away from people (being riddled with anxiety makes it easy to isolate), it's just hard when you've got a defiant kid with an extremely active sass motor. I miss the days where I could pile him in the car when he turned into Sassy McSasspants and cart him to the zoo, museum, or nature center. Tensions are running high around here, as I assume they are everywhere else. I see you, parents. I hear you. We’re in this together, even though we’re all stuck inside.
So, what's an authormom to do? Writing has been really hard lately. Partly because I just can't find the motivation or the interest to do so, and partly because my days have become an endless chain of "try to keep my kid occupied." But, through it all, I did manage to finish my edit on the 1st draft of Book 3 of the Alchemist Trilogy, titled as of now, "The Alchemist: This Goddamn Book." (Titles are the bane of my existence, can you tell?) I even managed to crap out two chapters on one of my side projects, a backstory novel for a certain character in Dark Horizon who has quickly become a fan favorite. (Who is it, you might ask? Read the book and gander a guess!) Virtual schooling starts in 2 weeks for the kid, and that’ll hopefully bring some structure to his days—and give me a little bit of a break.
We’re in this for the long haul, people. Do your part. Stay at home. Distance yourself. Don’t be a dick. I just have to tell myself this will get better. Probably not next week, probably not next month. But it will. And in the meantime, be kind to one another, especially if you’re cooped up in close quarters. Something as small as brining your spouse a cup of coffee even when they didn’t ask for it, or your kid picking up their mess without being told to do so. (Big hypothetical there, but a mom can dream.) This morning, when I was pretty annoyed with my kid and his incessant singing of songs about boobies and proboscises, my fabulous husband asked him to play a computer game. I know the boy is annoying as all get-out when he plays this game together with his dad, but hubby did it anyway. He knew I needed a break. And you know what? I didn’t’ do a goddamn bit of housework or anything during that break. I sat on my ass and read a book in another room.
Well, that was a rambling blog post with no smooth-segue of a conclusion.
So, read books. They don’t even have to be mine. But if you want to read some great adult epic/dark fantasy, I’ve got a couple you might like. The e-books will be on Kindle Countdown starting next week. Just sayin’.
Stay healthy, friends.
xoxo
This house has become Thunderdome. Daily battles for dominance, but without Aunty's wheel. (Give it time, though. Our boredom and engineering prowess know no bounds.)
Full disclosure here: I've been really struggling with all this covid stuff. It's terrifying. As someone who has always suffered from substantial anxiety who now is raising a child with substantial anxiety, this is a bad time. Hell, these last three years have been a bad time. But this is definitely the worst it’s ever been. Depression hits and it hits hard--and when you really need it to JUST NOT, it tends to flip you a big ol' middle finger. Sleeplessness. Worry. Shower crying. I fear for my 87-year-old grandmother, or my parents in their sixties. We're isolating, distancing. I'm more than happy to stay away from people (being riddled with anxiety makes it easy to isolate), it's just hard when you've got a defiant kid with an extremely active sass motor. I miss the days where I could pile him in the car when he turned into Sassy McSasspants and cart him to the zoo, museum, or nature center. Tensions are running high around here, as I assume they are everywhere else. I see you, parents. I hear you. We’re in this together, even though we’re all stuck inside.
So, what's an authormom to do? Writing has been really hard lately. Partly because I just can't find the motivation or the interest to do so, and partly because my days have become an endless chain of "try to keep my kid occupied." But, through it all, I did manage to finish my edit on the 1st draft of Book 3 of the Alchemist Trilogy, titled as of now, "The Alchemist: This Goddamn Book." (Titles are the bane of my existence, can you tell?) I even managed to crap out two chapters on one of my side projects, a backstory novel for a certain character in Dark Horizon who has quickly become a fan favorite. (Who is it, you might ask? Read the book and gander a guess!) Virtual schooling starts in 2 weeks for the kid, and that’ll hopefully bring some structure to his days—and give me a little bit of a break.
We’re in this for the long haul, people. Do your part. Stay at home. Distance yourself. Don’t be a dick. I just have to tell myself this will get better. Probably not next week, probably not next month. But it will. And in the meantime, be kind to one another, especially if you’re cooped up in close quarters. Something as small as brining your spouse a cup of coffee even when they didn’t ask for it, or your kid picking up their mess without being told to do so. (Big hypothetical there, but a mom can dream.) This morning, when I was pretty annoyed with my kid and his incessant singing of songs about boobies and proboscises, my fabulous husband asked him to play a computer game. I know the boy is annoying as all get-out when he plays this game together with his dad, but hubby did it anyway. He knew I needed a break. And you know what? I didn’t’ do a goddamn bit of housework or anything during that break. I sat on my ass and read a book in another room.
Well, that was a rambling blog post with no smooth-segue of a conclusion.
So, read books. They don’t even have to be mine. But if you want to read some great adult epic/dark fantasy, I’ve got a couple you might like. The e-books will be on Kindle Countdown starting next week. Just sayin’.
Stay healthy, friends.
xoxo
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