Got very busy for a while after getting very, very sick between Jan/Feb. Sick enough that I wonder if I didn’t get Covid-19. I almost went to the ER because I could not breathe. I was afraid I was going to die. It took weeks for the last of it to go away.
Had a bout of the flu take me out for two weeks in January. I seriously almost went to the ER, and anyone who knows me, knows that I could be bleeding from losing a body part before I willingly go to the doctor let alone the ER. I was coughing so hard that I was afraid I would forget how to breathe. Thank god for good old Vicks Vaporizers though. Helped tons once I was functional enough to get one.
Beyond on the flu, I had a successful month of rebuilding the Paranormal Romance Guild’s website. I’m their webmaster, which is pretty cool, and I do some volunteering for them on the side, because I have skills they need. My Public Relations focus from Journalism school plus my years in advertising for Time Warner do have practical uses. Who knew?
So I did a website makeover, added blog tours to their spate of member services, and worked 3x more than normal to help get the Reviewers Choice Awards done for 2019. Now I’ve got a year to figure out a better way to do them that’s less primitive.
Writing-wise, I did a stupid thing. I fell into the—it has to be perfect—pit, which means I was NOT writing. I was thinking. I was plotting. I was freaked out because of the pressure of the secret project and feeling unworthy….But I did manage to eek out a chapter yesterday. Of course this means, I need to bust my ass all month to get it done on time. I’ve always been a procrastinator. I freely admit it, but I am a procrastinator that still gets it done on time.
I just do better with less time.
Subtitle – in which I try to distract myself about Christmas Ghosts coming out tomorrow! I might be just a little too excited.
You are neither Vulcan nor human, and therefore you have no place in this universe.
I was drawn to Spock because I did not fit in. I was born with a physical disability yet I am very intelligent. In the Dark Ages when I was growing up, the disabled were ostracized and bullied in the ‘normal’ schools. For years, groups of children would corner me in the hallways and tease me for walking on crutches and for being different from them. The school board was so sick of my mother getting in their face about how I was treated that they pretty much forced her to send me to the ‘special education’ center with the other disabled children—the ones no one wanted to teach or see.
For my birthday this year, I’m asking for donations to Brady Center to Prevent Gun Violence. I’ve chosen this nonprofit because their mission means a lot to me, and I hope you’ll consider contributing as a way to celebrate with me. Every little bit will help me reach my goal. I’ve included information about Brady Center to Prevent Gun Violence below.
The mission of the Brady Center is to cut gun deaths in half by 2025 through awareness campaigns and policies aimed at keeping guns out of dangerous hands.
I feel like I’ve been sitting on the event horizon of my personal black hole. This has happened to me before and last time, I was past the point of no return without realizing it was happening. That was a very, very bad year. I lost my father and two of my dogs in six months. I stopped leaving my house because both my dogs were lost when I went out. They were old, but it still got to me on some level that it was my fault for not being with them.
My dad had, had a stroke years before, and he was not doing well. Losing him was not a surprise but it still got to me. I wish I could say it was because of good things. I wasn’t ready for those. Mostly I felt cheated that I never got to tell him how angry I was at him while he was still mentally able to understand the rage I’d been sucking up for decades. He made some very selfish choices that severely changed the course of my life.