It’s been a rough month. Lots of family stuff going on in the background: some drama, some tragedy, and some just normal life stuff that just wears a person down hard. It’s the way life goes, and while I’m not going to post the specifics out of respect for various wishes, I do want to keep you lovely people in the loop as to the State of Your Author as it were. And honestly? Lately, Your Author isn’t in great shape.
I try to keep a positive tone online for a lot of reasons, one of them being the fact that I don’t agree with Calvin and I try to avoid spreading my bad mood around. Still, it’s difficult to not let my mood bleed through into everything I’m doing, especially since it’s affecting my sleep, my mental processes, and even my vocabulary which let me tell you is a pretty embarrassing thing for a writer.
Anxiety isn’t a lot of fun. Pretty much the opposite actually, and it’s been hitting me hard lately. Between the family stuff and the pending move to Japan, stuff with The Boy at school, and tax time (which I don’t usually mind much, especially now that we have a Tax Guy who is awesome,) and… well. The Anxiety Gnomes found a way to breach the citadel walls and now they’re working like mad to get in and wreak havoc.
And it’s starting to seriously affect my work. I’ve put off contacting my Beta readers who should be almost done with their look over the next Riverton novel. The same novel that still doesn’t have a title, so I can’t order the cover. I haven’t sent anything to the new editor I’m looking at, not even an introduction email which is pretty silly. I’m sleeping very badly at night and reading really trashy, terrible books to keep myself occupied quietly so I don’t wake the whole house. I’m not getting the plot work done because half the time it feels like I’m trying to think through the heavy fog in my brain, or reading any books I can review for book reports here on the blog and I’ve neglected my end of the month email for my newsletter. I’m going to have to post an exclusive short story in abject apology to my subscribers, but then that’s another thing I’m not doing because it’s amazing how anxiety can actually stop you from even trying.
I’m trying to take steps, though. I’m not simply letting myself slide further into this black hole of doom and gloom. I’m drinking more water and trying to get a bit more exercise. When it’s not sleeting or anything I’ll go outside and putter in the garden a bit. I’m looking into doing some meditation in the mornings before things get too insane here with The Boy. And my friend the massage therapist did some continuing education and needed a guinea pig to practice on the other day which made me think that maybe I should look into getting a massage once a month or so to help me keep myself from losing my mind altogether. (She also pointed out that I’m wrecking my shoulder while I’m typing, so maybe if I’m not in pain while working will help too.)
So there it is. I’m a mess right now, but at least I know I’m a mess and I’m working on it. That should help repel the attacking Gnome army.