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Three Things Thursday: Is it really Thursday edition

It is Thursday, right? I’ve been off a day all week. Anyway, I think I have the right day, so here goes.

  1. Money is the worst, y’all. (I’ve started my taxes for 2017.) Money is also the greatest (I’m going to Ireland/Spain in <1 month!). Sigh. Money.

  2. My child, the adorable and sassy AF Alvie Bean, has a very special gift. He is able to find the smallest puddle of water in every outdoor space and fall into it, drenching himself in situations when it should be impossible.

  3. Book stuff is hard, yo. I sat down with the Beer Guy last night and brainstormed my/our plans for the next three years. I’ve got so much ambition, but not as much time as I’d personally prefer. I’m going to have to be extremely disciplined about time to ensure I fit in the day job, the writing, the editing, as well as self-care and exercise. I think it’s doable, if ambitious, and can lead to a future where I can maybe *fingers crossed* eliminate one of those things (psst…the one that takes the most amount of time…).

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However, if you’d like to obtain your very own copy of the first book in the series, you can enter to win here by agreeing to follow me on Amazon! (I just picked up the 12th book in the 13-book series last night. Because I love Charley and I have hope!)

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If you want to win a Kindle Fire, I’ve got the giveaway for you. It involves signing up for a few author newsletters, but they’re probably all awesome authors…I know this, because I’m one of them.

I know I’m way, way behind in book reviewing. I have a number to do. Last autumn –between the kid, my shoulder, and my broken brain–kicked my ass.

My kid is so much better that I can’t even describe it. It was almost like he was possessed by a demon for two months. (And then, the demon leapt into my phone? Hmmm….plausible.) BUT, the old priest and the young priest and the best kindergarten teacher who’s ever lived exorcised that bullshit and things are so, so good now. I’ve gone from cautiously optimistic to status quo.

My shoulder is immensely better. I have five more PT sessions left, but my pain levels are almost always less than two, and even when it flares, it relaxes quickly. My strength is still lacking, but my range of motion and flexibility is getting better.

And finally – ahhh, the broken brain. This was the real problem. The reason my writing productivity was the lowest it’s been in four (seriously – FOUR!years. The other issues definitely compounded it, but I guess there’s only so long you can hold the crazy at bay before it comes back for you.

I’m not the best at medication compliance. Except for antibiotics. I always finish my antibiotics. Everything else? Nope. I feel better, or get bored, or decide that the professionals don’t necessarily know what they’re talking about. So I quit. And then, rather than tell anyone I’ve quit, I also quit seeing the prescribing doc. This was less of a problem in the previous years, because it was always easy for me to find someone new when needed. Now that I no longer work at a medical center, it’s suddenly more challenging.

I haven’t completely solved everything, but I made it through the darkest quarter of the year (Sept-December are always, always, always the worst for me), I have a temporary solution, and I’m feeling productive and hopeful.

My General, my Space Mom…and even now, I can’t believe she’s gone.

It’s a long journey and there’s still so much stigma. But you know what? If Carrie Fisher can talk about it, then so can I. Just a little. I’m a work in process, but I’m getting there.

Bonus: I’ve written 8/9 days this month and will finish The Broken World this week. (My cover is underway! AHHHH!)

76 days until you can find out what happens when Eleanor opens the final gate!

Thank you for all your support during the end of last year. It means a lot to me. I got a lot of nice messages from readers (and friends) (and friends who are readers and readers who’ve become friends) and they meant a lot to me.

Pretty sure this is going to be an awesome year…

Demon Possessed Phone

You guys – I think my phone is possessed by demons. Remember last Thursday when I tragically lost my phone for almost an hour at physical therapy?

Today, I plugged it in to my work computer to charge it, and iTunes asked if I wanted to do the latest update. I did not, because work! And reasons…but I don’t know what happened. It started updating. And then, THEN! I got an error, saying the update failed and that I’d need to do some other update thing from my last backup.

But that didn’t work, either! And my phone said I needed to restore to factory settings. And lo! I was sad, because I have a lot of stuff on this phone. Like 2400 pictures, not all of which are backed up to my home computer (most are, but some that I took Saturday on my book research trip with Alvie Bean haven’t yet been backed up).

I whinged to the Beer Guy and my PSM, took a deep breath, and hit “restore.”

Halfway through the process, my work computer started to import photos from my phone. 253 for some reason. It was an odd assortment, but at least included every single selfie I have of me and the aforementioned Beer Guy, as well all the pics I took over the weekend.

And then, it was done. And I was afraid to see what was going on with my phone.

But you know what? There was nothing different. All 2400 pics were still there. Every single app–still there.

Nothing was changed, except that the software was updated to the newest version.

And I’m pretty sure I heard it laughing at me.

Writerly Wednesday: The Broken World update

Hi, loyal readers! As you’ve (probably) seen me mention, I totally fucked up my right shoulder the weekend after Thanksgiving and that’s really had a huge impact on my workflow.

This is exactly how I feel right now

Things are progressing along, but I’m at a weird stage in my recovery. I am no longer in constant excruciating pain. Rather, I have near-constant low-grade pain (like a 2/3 on a scale of 1-10; I’ve done a lot of pain rating lately) and my shoulder tires easily. This means that I occasionally forget that it’s actually still pretty injured and then do stuff like “pour heavy laundry detergent” which had the dual benefit of rotating my fucked up rotator cuff and being heavier than my weak-ass arm can handle. That did not end well.

ANYWAY – I’ve finally started writing again this week (last week was a wash, meaning I really did lose NaNoWriMo this year…sad face) and am getting close to 1K words/day in the mornings before work. (After work, my arm is too tired, since I spend all day at work on the computer as well.)

I need a scribe. 

What does this mean for the release date? At this point, I’m not sure. I’m still hoping to finish it up this month so I can get it released in March 2018 as planned. I’m more than half way done, but it’s slow, slow going right now.

Current typing speed

I’m still planning on releasing four books in 2018. (If someone could send me a few sacks of money or a timeturner, which I would definitely sell for money, that’d be great.)

The Broken World (Eleanor #4) in March (fingers crossed) and then the first three books in my Oracle Bay series in October, November, and December.

PNW Coast? Check. Unionized psychics? Check. A little mystery and a lot of romance? Double check.

So really, what’s my point? This is going to happen and I will get through this, make all my deadlines, and make you all (hopefully) very, very happy.

Three Things Thursday: My baby’s in kindergarten

  1. After a one-day delay due to heat and terrible air quality, Alvie Bean started kindergarten yesterday. He was beyond ready, and so was I. Kind of. I mean, my eyes watered a bit off and on all day yesterday, but that was probably from the smoke. I got to FaceTime with him last night and I don’t think he even took a breath while telling me all about his first day. I’m sad that I won’t get to see him again until Monday (or, as he informed me, his fourth day of kindergarten), but I’m glad he had a wonderful time.

    First day of kindergarten!

    He was so ready for school that he didn’t even notice I wasn’t next to him as he took off.

  2. Speaking of air quality, it’s so bad here. My throat hurts, my eyes burn, and I have a constant headache. The whole western US is on fire, I think. Obviously the fires in the Columbia River Gorge are my main concern, both due to their proximity and the fact that I love that area so much (and it’s been destroyed because of teens with fireworks). All spring, Portland (and the PNW in general) was breaking precipitation records. Between our snowfall in January and the rain that lasted until June 13, it was wet. So wet. Since June 13, we’ve had 0.01″ of rain in Portland (8/13/17). Seriously: 0.01 inches in the last 88 days. So much precipitation early led to a lot of growth and then our record heat and extended dry spell made everything a tinderbox. There’s no real rain in the forecast for the next ten days, and between our fires, the hurricanes in the Atlantic, the earthquakes in SE Idaho, I’m beginning to wonder if this is the apocalpyse. (Eleanor is really sorry.)

    Ashfall on my car Tuesday morning

    Regional Wildfire map as of 9 am this morning

    This morning’s smoke-obscured red sun.

     

  3. I am so ready for rain and autumn and sweaters and leaves turning colors and cooler weather and Halloween. (True fact: I got married on Halloween so that even if I ended up divorced, there wouldn’t be a sad divorce day, just a “it’s still Halloween and Halloween is awesome” day.)

    Me, last night, pretending it’s autumn…and sweating like crazy.

    I’m just gonna leaf this here.

    Halloween is the best

    I’ve really grown as a person since my excessively DIY hippie days of a decade ago.

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