I’m running on fumes right now. If you could see my gauge for things like REM sleep and whatnot it’s real low.
My insomnia not withstanding it is 20 mother fucking 15. Weird.
SO come and join Milcah and I at the Self Care Like a Boss Blog.
Go open that in a new tab and I’ll be here.
I had to write an intro post and it was way harder to do than I had anticipated. While I have blogged for years and occasionally written the essay about myself they have all been around issues.
I tried to come at it from a memorist type perspective. Why the fuck didn’t anybody tell me how hard that is?
I had these ideas about how awesome and wonderful I’d be. I thought I knew what I wanted to say and then….yeah no shit was hard.
It wasn’t even that long and it felt gut wrenching. It was all the shit I’m scared of and feeling and I did it.
I had this moment while I was working on it (whilst in the throes of a migraine and 10/10 would not recommend that as a method of work) I had this little list in another window. Shit that I can’t write about yet because I don’t know how. Or I’m just too scared.
I knew I was poking the right stuff when I felt vomity while I was working and then wanted to crap my pants after Milcah published it.
After that I’ve decided that I will dip my toes in memoir but I’m not ready to jump all the way in.
Of course that means I’m going to try it.
I may or may not publish the memoir flavored stuff but my little roach brain who is also a sadist says do it.
I suppose that is 90% of my writing mission this year. Write that shit.
I don’t even know y’all. I would like to finish some new fiction. I have some stuff to shiny up and launch into the space.
What are you doin?
How was your new year and stuff?
Is your body ready?