I Have No Idea What The Hell I'm Doing (An Ode To Myself)

I'm a husband who supports his wife's general badassery. That's why I thought her playing roller derby was an awesome idea even though it was going to mean a LOT of practice. Then she cemented her badassery in an unexpected way...by breaking her arm at practice. It's made her very popular. Apparently, in derby, making your bones is breaking your bones.

I'm a parent of a son and a foster parent of another. I can't talk a lot about the latter, but that's why sometimes I sound like I only have one kid and other times I sound like I have more. First one then the other got sick and leaked from both ends. This happened not long after the Senior Partner broke her arm. She wasn't really able to help with them. I swam in the effluvia of others and barely left the house for fifteen days.

I'm a massively extroverted person who didn't leave his house much or get to talk to very many people that were over the age of four for nearly fifteen days. This was depressing enough that it made me not want to talk to people or get out of the house. Yes, I see the irony just fine, thank you.

I'm a huge superhero comic book fan but I'm pretty sure the Big Two publishers don't really want me as a customer anymore. This means I can either get curmudgeonly about it or just divest myself of 99% of the enterprise. I'm still riding that ragged edge.

I'm a writer who hasn't really written much of anything in the last month or so. Initially this was to recharge the creative batteries, but somewhere along the line it became about taking care of sick kids and playing Skyrim.

I don't really enjoy most video games but I am hours and hours into Skyrim and plan to play it again when I'm done, only then as as a very self-interested, possibly evil magus.

I'm a published author, but I decided at almost the last minute that a not-quite finished NaNoWriMo novel should be the one I published two months later. What's more, I sorta want to play in another sandbox, but the sequel comes out in July. Man, I should probably start working on that thing...

This is the 100th post on a blog that keeps getting repeatedly neglected because I'm not entirely sure what to do with it. Scholarly comic book nerdery? Daddy blogging? Excerpts from things I'm working on? Comedy? Rap lyrics (my own or others)? General musings?

So apparently I have no idea what I'm doing in any part of my life. At least I'm consistent.