Dear Diary

Time Flu

I don't know what's going on with me, but it might be interesting to look into it. My batteries are regularly drained by the end of the day. Protein doesn't help. Sugar certainly won't. Having a meal doesn't quite get me back up there, but the willingness to cook it is missing.

Yay.

I probably have the morbs plus anxiety because trying to sell Adapting is getting to me. That and the fact that I'm only halfway towards the Lappy of my Dreams is more likely to be a shadow on my life than anything else.

Damnit. If only...

If only Bitcoin could shoot back up so Beloved could pay me back for the thing they needed.

If only someone would take up my bizarre little worlds and pay me for my hard work.

If only there was a way to get Noticed other than keep putting that stuff out there and hope.

If only I could get hit with that One Brilliant Concept that makes everyone else forgive the other stuff that comes later.

If only I had Connections.

If only I had a "small loan" of a million dollars... 9_9

There aren't rags-to-riches stories any more. Those chances are gone. The best I can hope for is moderate success. Moderate notice. A moderate note in the grand scheme of things.

I just want to build a better future. Not too much to ask for, is it?

...apparently so, though. Apparently so.

FOCUS!

Mayhem is sick at home. Throwing up. So I'm dragging him to the doctor's a little later on. Story is happening whenever because this.

On the plus side: The Gold Coin Grass is working. All the you-have-gallstones side effects are present. On the other hand, that includes vomiting which means another trip to the doctor's.

The other plus is that I now know of Ursodeoxycholic acid. [ur-so-de-ox-ee-ko-lick]which will dissolve the gallstones and bypass the need to get the gall bladder removed.

Crowded Day

Along with the usual running about, I have a shrink visit and little to show for it. Will endeavour to remember to bring the iPad so if any ideas pop out, I can start them right there.

Keep an eye out on my Instagram. If I do any art, it winds up there. Apologies in advance for my scrawly handwriting.

I also have the usual gamut of fetch quests, escort quests (aka, the Brat Run) and honedews that I swore I'd do

The wait begins

I could not recover the email that my system ate. Woe. So I rewrote it. And sent it. And now I am merely attempting to not perish from the sheer anxiety of it.

8th House, the first publisher on the block, has stated nothing about simultaneous submissions nor a turn-around time. Darn. I feel like I should wait until September before trying another publisher, repeat in October, and then lurk off the radar until February. Thus avoiding the stench of NaNo.

Nothing

Time on My Hands

Good news bad news. Good news - I don't need to fret about posting my Blasts From the Past any more. And therefore have more time in my day.

Bad news - the draft I thought I had saved of a carefully-worded and exciting pitch to a publisher vanished without a fucking trace.

I can't even get rid of the window full of the empty document. It's just. There. Unkillable. Uneditable. Unbelievable.

So yeah.

Some of my morning will be absorbed by

An End, A Beginning, A New Way

Today's the day I reach the end of my Blasts From the Past. Which means I have to find three other things to write about to keep my scores up, OR... focus intently on the one Instant and just go from there.

If I choose the latter [because lazy] I will have more time for Other Projects, which will be something of a boon.

I could also post sample chapters of whatever whenever so I can maybe entice people over to help

Almost There!

Nod to the Disney song of the same title. I have almost caught up with everything. I have almost sent off a query and sample to a publisher, bu-u-ut...

My email server decided to up and DIE. For all of yesterday. And today isn't looking so swell either.

If y'all really need to contact me about something, then get to me via nutter (no spaces) buttler (at) gmail (dot) com. That's my alternate email and -so far- no spammers have found it.

Understandably Late Start

I got a parcel in the afternoon, when I was up to my eyeballs in a fictional international misunderstanding.

By the time I had my fecal matter gathered for the afternoon, I was too wasted to go anywhere or do anything because stress can fuck your life up in unexpected ways. Huzzah.

I initially had PLNs to go when Beloved came home, or get them to drive me, but those disintegrated because of a real misunderstanding involving steak, cooking times, and a

Wednesday

It's going to be a Wordpress Wednesday and once again, I have NO CLUE what I'm going to blither about, so I might as well figure that out while I'm doing other things.

I'm good at getting distracting ideas while I should be doing other shit.

I'm also good at having a whack firkin energy schedule. Like. I can't not wake up at buttfuck o'clock in the morning any more. And then, long about 4PM, my body apparently can't let me enjoy

Tuesday

It's Patreon Day (tm) and I hope to get some different things up. For those of you following my fanfic shenanigans, I have two offerings and one may be full of squick. Approach with caution. I will add squick warnings for all things squickable.

Maybe even a squick tag. That can be a thing.

Now that I've said an invented term too many times, [urban dictionary is your friend] I can move on to other business.

The TAZ Fic Writer's Discord remains

Monday...

Once again, the week starts sideways. I'd forgotten that I'd silenced my phone so I didn't have to listen to annoying ads about games I didn't want to play whilst I was gathering fictional money in a game I did want to play. And that might have been a contributing factor to my Beloved and I missing out on the bi-election in our area. Whoops.

For those unfamiliar with mandatory voting, that's a $20 fine for each of us. We should keep

Relax Day

Beloved is off to help their mum. I am superfluous to proceedings, so I'm in my Kigu and not doing a very lot at any pace at all.

Frankly, you're lucky to get this much blog. Starting this Monday, I will be chasing myself to submit Adapting to assorted publishers depending on their needs for approval.

With any good luck, I shall get something out there on the Pro Scene(TM). And if not... there's always Smashwords and Lulu.

It will feel

YIL

That's an acronym. It's based off TIL, which stands for "Today I Learned". But since I was done with my blogging by the time I learned this, it's "Yesterday I Learned".

Yesterday, I learned that there was a disease caused by poverty and the resultant poor diet. Pellagra.

[Educational video here, summarising all that went on whilst this struck]

Anyone familiar with modern politics might recognise the Right/Conservative wing complaining about how detrimental it's going to be to give poor people

Friday!

I have a day to myself, huzzah!

And I have to stay determined to focus on my work because I entered a new Discord chat server which is very active and very tempting and could potentially eat my entire day.

The ribs went well. Kids loved them. I liked them. Turns out the sauce could easily be improved with a single spring onion, finely chopped.

I'm gonna do that to all of my beef roasts from now on.

For those Keto followers

Dilly Dally

So I managed to dawdle away ONE AND A HALF HOURS this morning. I don't even know how it happened. I'm that firkin dumminz'd today.

I lie. I have my suspicions of how I did it:

"Just checking" on the Factorio world that my love and I are fooling around with [gotta research them all!]
"Just one more" video with edutainment value on YouTube
"Just one" little check of my favourite tags on Tumblr

You can 'just' your entire day away with

Menu

A 3614-post collection

Time Flu

FOCUS!

Crowded Day

The wait begins

Time on My Hands

An End, A Beginning, A New Way

Almost There!

Understandably Late Start

Wednesday

Tuesday

Monday...

Relax Day

YIL

Friday!

Dilly Dally