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Cleaning House...not literally of course.
Been feeling lately like I don't have enough time to do everything I want to do. To some degree, that's because I like to work in a fair amount of leisure. I dick around online WAY too much and have a fondness for studying the writing on old TV (which is a artsy way to refer to watching reruns). So, I've been figuring out where to make cuts.
It's very difficult for me, but I've cut way back on hanging out online. Because of my history, I crave a certain amount of tension and chaos in life. Yet I don't actually want to have a chaotic life. Spending time arguing with idiots online was good for this, since it let me work out stress and pent up anger. Plus, surrounding myself with idiots is an easy way to feel smart. I've actually been feeling pretty smart since I started writing for a living, so I need that less. And I have less time for it.
I'm also slowly excising certain people from life. This is much harder. It's only in the last five years or so that I've actually reached my limit with people and told them I didn't want them around. Despite what you may know about me and my family, I am not a fan of this. I'd always prefer to keep doors open, and to talk shit out--even scream it out if that's what it takes, rather than walking away. But some people are just too fucked up, too unwilling to work on it--or even admit it. I can't have toxic people and things around. That's why I've broken up with friends, and why I left my day-job. Over the weekend I broke up with a friend I've known since 1995. So it's pretty sad. But I can only accept so many heartfelt apologies for the same terrible behavior--especially coming from a grown-ass man. While it's upsetting, sad, and all that--I feel a lot better in the end.
My new favorite drink/drug is Choffy. I am madly in love with it and want to marry it. Oddly, it makes me feel a bit peppy in the mornings, but I find it relaxing at night as well. It's ridiculously delicious hot or cold. I've been making it in the tea infuser that H's mom gave me for my birthday. But it's only enough for me. So if I want to share Choffy with a friend, I need a bigger pot. They sell french presses, but they are stupid expensive. I found one at Amazon made of glass and metal for under $30 that I'm gonna buy. I'm also having a sampler pack delivered tomorrow. I want to make sure the flavor I've been drinking is my favorite before getting a big bag. Seriously though, this stuff is badass. I can't shut up about it.
New Stig & The Puppetman is almost ready. My plan with these was to see about having them published. Then I learned that Stonegarden Publishing is closing its doors soon. This means that your copies of The Cat's Apprentice are about to become way collectible. It also means that I don't have very long to save up to buy all those goddamn Two Lumps collections before they go out of fucking print. Honestly, the "art" in Stig & The Puppetman is shitty enough that I can't imagine anyone who doesn't already like me would publish them.
It's very difficult for me, but I've cut way back on hanging out online. Because of my history, I crave a certain amount of tension and chaos in life. Yet I don't actually want to have a chaotic life. Spending time arguing with idiots online was good for this, since it let me work out stress and pent up anger. Plus, surrounding myself with idiots is an easy way to feel smart. I've actually been feeling pretty smart since I started writing for a living, so I need that less. And I have less time for it.
I'm also slowly excising certain people from life. This is much harder. It's only in the last five years or so that I've actually reached my limit with people and told them I didn't want them around. Despite what you may know about me and my family, I am not a fan of this. I'd always prefer to keep doors open, and to talk shit out--even scream it out if that's what it takes, rather than walking away. But some people are just too fucked up, too unwilling to work on it--or even admit it. I can't have toxic people and things around. That's why I've broken up with friends, and why I left my day-job. Over the weekend I broke up with a friend I've known since 1995. So it's pretty sad. But I can only accept so many heartfelt apologies for the same terrible behavior--especially coming from a grown-ass man. While it's upsetting, sad, and all that--I feel a lot better in the end.
My new favorite drink/drug is Choffy. I am madly in love with it and want to marry it. Oddly, it makes me feel a bit peppy in the mornings, but I find it relaxing at night as well. It's ridiculously delicious hot or cold. I've been making it in the tea infuser that H's mom gave me for my birthday. But it's only enough for me. So if I want to share Choffy with a friend, I need a bigger pot. They sell french presses, but they are stupid expensive. I found one at Amazon made of glass and metal for under $30 that I'm gonna buy. I'm also having a sampler pack delivered tomorrow. I want to make sure the flavor I've been drinking is my favorite before getting a big bag. Seriously though, this stuff is badass. I can't shut up about it.
New Stig & The Puppetman is almost ready. My plan with these was to see about having them published. Then I learned that Stonegarden Publishing is closing its doors soon. This means that your copies of The Cat's Apprentice are about to become way collectible. It also means that I don't have very long to save up to buy all those goddamn Two Lumps collections before they go out of fucking print. Honestly, the "art" in Stig & The Puppetman is shitty enough that I can't imagine anyone who doesn't already like me would publish them.