Seriously. I have no idea how to do this anymore. I haven't posted here since November. I miss it though, so I'll give it a shot even though it feels awkward.
Obviously, I've neglected this poor little blog in favor of its crappy sister. But more than that I've been secretly writing a book. The book is done. Although, not really - we're editing it right now and while my editor has given me positive feedback I still can't shake the feeling that any moment they are going to say "No, it sucks, please do it over from scratch." So it feels risky saying it is "done" until I see some solid proof, which apparently will happen in the next couple months when they mail me the page layouts.
Dude. I wrote a book! In the wee hours of the night! How the hell did that happen? It still feels completely unbelievable and amazing.
On the other hand, in the last six months I have had mono, bronchitis, strep throat, laryngitis and pericarditis. I'm horrible at taking care of myself when I have other stuff to do. And there is always other stuff to do. So my summer goal is to learn to take care of myself even when shit hits the fan. Like when technical stuff on my blog breaks which always sends me into a tailspin of panic. Or when I'm very busy which sends me into a tailspin of stress. Why do I continue to sacrifice basic human needs like sleeping and eating for getting work done? Why can't I make eating and sleeping a priority? I can. I just haven't.
Now that I have a little more free time, I wish I could tell you about exciting sewing projects I'm starting. Or ceramics. Or gardening or baking or wooden toy making or any of the other various things I did back in the old days. But honestly, I'm feeling sort of lost. I think this is probably a common experience after completing a long-term project like a book, but I'm new to long-term projects. (I usually prefer ones that can be completed in a single day. Instant gratification is so satisfying!)
In other words, I am feeling rather itchy inside. But I don't know how to scratch it yet.