Feeling bundles of frustration and pain flares. Lots of “ugh, life: stuff to deal with. Pain flares, after effects of flood stress even though we didn’t flood. Wondering if I’ll ever have enough energy to juggle a day job and my creative projects and my business projects. Oh yeah, then, after two very successful years of AVOIDING THE FUCKING PLAGUE, I caught covid.
My Fictional Life With Kids:
– fixing broken website certificates
– reminding myself to save the ideas people gave me on instagram for posts
– thinking of swapping to tumblr with the url because I need to break out of the “everything must be self hosted wordpress” mindset.
Totally Normal Dollhouse:
Got it dragged outside for me so that I could spray paint the pink monstrosity. I found a painter and primer in one, in slate grey. I am so relieved it’s not pink anymore. Now I finally feel like ideas are coming to me about what I can do with it.
This month I was:
Cassie Coburn mysteries – in preparation for Camp NaNo in April, where I want to rewrite a book into the cozy mystery genre. Then someone rudely also started reading the books from the local library (how dare they, am I right?) so now I’m on a wait list for the next one.
Also “Five Total Strangers” by Natalie D Richards. Thrillers aren’t often my thing but I got into that one & it was a quick read. It seems to have poor reviews but I didn’t mind it. It was decent enough.
I started “One Of Us Is Lying” but returned it early; it seemed ok but my exhaustion was too high to read a multiple PoV book.
Gaming: ipad games in bed with covid.
Watching: Rewatching Space Force season 2. I think they matured the show well, especially given obvious covid and budget issues.
Creating: Plans for CampNaNo. Plans for planning. Trying to work out how to actually do all the things I want to do when I have no spoons.