Yesterday was Easter, and now we have a very light week of school as my dad’s on vacation (#homeschoolcool). And let me tell you, I need it.
My mind is a lot of spinning cogs and gears, all whirling a hundred miles a minute. When you throw in algebra mixed with shapes, ancient languages mixed with translation sheets, animals mixed with science, and add a generous dose of history, government, grammar, and essays, the cogs stop spinning.
I’m not joking. This is not a test. My brain is dead.
I bet by now you’re going, “Well, you didn’t really need a brain anyway ….” Think again. I need my brain. I use it for important stuff.
I use it for unimportant stuff, too, but that’s besides the point.
I’d like to blame this brain collapse on school (specifically school subjects made of a combination of two things that should never go together), but I can’t. There are other things that contributed to this cerebral malfunction. What are they?
This isn’t a huge surprise, but writing Once a Stratton is stressing me out. It’s not because I’m failing, though. Actually, I upped my goal to 20,000 on the 13th when I exceeded my original goal of 15,000.
I’m also pretty pleased with what I’ve written. My favorite part so far has been, without a doubt, Chris. Lilli’s husband is the best. For instance, this little exchange:
Chris nodded. “I smell like a girl.”
I leaned over and sniffed. “You do not. You just smell like soap.”
“Soap, girl … what’s the difference.”
“Anyone can smell like soap.”
I dropped my head into Peter’s hair. “Peter smells like soap.”
“He’s eighteen months old.”
“That doesn’t change anything.”
“Well, what do you want to smell like?” I demanded.
“I don’t know. But not like a girl.”
What a goof, am I right?
But, despite all that, I haven’t been able to write much for the last several days. My inspiration has waned. However, May Everly wrote a post about how to keep writing, and I’m going to try some of suggestions.
I want to be reading North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell, but I got distracted by library books and review copies that I’m supposed to be reading. Well, was supposed to be reading several months ago.
So yes, reading is stressing me out. I feel like I should be reading the classic, but the review copies are pressing, and how can one resist a beautiful library book? Whenever I’m reading one book, I get a nagging feeling that I should be reading a different book.
Alternately, I feel like I should be writing or blogging or editing/revising … or even just spending some time outside before more rain clouds cover the sky.
The guilt is real, people.
As you know, I’m supposed to be working on Ivy Introspective and The Dressmaker’s Secret. Well, I’m not. At least not as much as I should be.
Right now I have several beta-readers reading over IvIn, and I’m still working on the revisions of TDS. TDS is especially giving me some trouble, as it is the work of my stupid younger self (not that you can’t write if you’re younger, but that I couldn’t).
And it is driving me absolutely mad!
Even with just one post a week on Reveries, I’ve still got two on Reveries Reviews.
And, furthermore, I promised my readers over on RR
(acronyms are awesome) that I’ll be amazing from now on. And I literally can’t think of some amazing book-related things to post about. (Ideas, anyone?)
Just so you know, I’ll probably be returning to two or three posts a week in May. Also, there will be a blog tour in June. Just thought you ought to know … because it’s gonna be a big deal. Huge giveaways, shameless self-promotion, etc.
This is technically not school … so …
Anyway, I have not been practicing enough. And thinking about practicing has kilt my little brain. Just kilt it. Like, it is now wearing a traditional Scottish man-skirt.
My poor mind.
Bible (and other Christian stuff)
No matter how hard I try, I can’t become a perfect Christian. Which is quite worrying. I don’t read the Bible as regularly as I’d like. I forget to pray. I haven’t done any resplendent good deeds recently. I don’t even enjoy church that much. I probably deserve the hell-fires …
Okay, I know, I know. There’s no such thing as a perfect Christian (or a perfect human), and I should just chill.
Well, the thing that many miss (or overdo; it depends) is that if you’re a Christian, you should also be changed (through Jesus in your heart, etc.). So … I should be a better person because I am a Christian (though not because that’s gonna save me or anything; on the contrary, nothing you can do actually changes whether or not you go to hell).
Anyway, yep. ‘Tis stressful.
Family and Friends
No matter what I do, I always feel like I don’t spend enough time with my family and friends. Particularly my family. Well, not my parents and siblings.
I actually wish I spent less time with them (JK). More my extended family … my grandparents, primarily.
But when I’m with my family/friends all I can think of is what I should be doing. In fact, no matter what I do, I can’t think of anything except other stuff I should be doing right now and how I can do it and why I haven’t done it and if I’m about to explode or I just ate too much Easter candy. (I can never decide which …)
Well, that’s it. Those are all the things that made my brain stop working. So now I’m brain-dead. And having no brain? Not fun. Not fun at all …
Was this just an author/blog/life update disguised as me complaining?
How do you revive your brain when it dies? Are there things in your life right now that are causing cerebral malfunction? Can you eliminate them or are they necessary?
How was your Easter? Did you collect a cache of candy? (I know I did!) How does your family celebrate Easter? Do YOLO, or have you realized yet that YOLOUYHJ? #shamelessGodpromotion