Non-Music Friday/NEWS.

Instead of doing my typical Friday Music post, I’m going to say that MY NEXT ENTRY WILL BE MY COVER/BLURB REVEAL.

Hardly anyone knows what my book is about. After my next entry . . . you all will. πŸ™‚

I’d like to say that I’ll be on here more frequently after it, but I likely won’t be for a little while. I’m currently in the midst of an epic battle with my book. It’s putting up a good fight against my brain, but I will prevail. Once I come out victorious, I will get back to all the other things in life.

Be patient with me during the latter point of this entry, and be on the lookout for the former.

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One of the best things EVER.

I know it’s not Friday, thus making it entirely off the schedule for a music post. Given that this isn’t a DIFFERENT song (and really, last Friday was more of a joke than anything), I couldn’t help myself.

BF ‘got’ me this yesterday, because I’d shown her the real video the other day. I don’t know if her ‘giving’ it was due to how catchy the real song is, how hard I was laughing about it (tears) when I showed it to her, all the talking I was doing that day about the sort of music in the above video, or just because it’s so freaking beautiful and she knows me well enough to know I’d appreciate it immensely.

I also don’t know whether to be impressed or surprised that such a ridiculous song could result in this. Regardless of how catchy it is, how well those dudes sing, or any number of other things it has going for it . . . two totally different worlds.

This up here is MUCH more my speed, if you will. I do enjoy a good laugh, but speeds are speeds.

Now if I could only listen to this enough times that the words would stop playing over it in my head . . .

PS) I’ve been saying for a week that I want to somehow hire Benedict Cumberbatch to do an active narration of my life (THAT VOICE!). I’ve got the soundtrack now – those two. All three of them following me around would be absolutely fantastic.

A girl can dream, can’t she?

PSx2) I think I’m a little too old to refer to myself as a girl, ever.

Oops.

Friday Music: Daughter – Medicine

I’d been planning to do this song as the third Friday Music post for the past couple of weeks, and then I got torn over another song (that I heard for the first time about six years or so ago). There was a bit of confusion due to my technological ineptitude when it came to getting that particular song on here, so here we are. And it’s funny because, now that Friday has come around again, I really don’t think there’s any song more fitting currently than the one I’m sharing today. It’s just . . . appropriate, for right now.

The feel of the song is very . . . relevant, I suppose.

This song has been out for awhile, but I’ll admit that I only heard it for the first time several weeks ago when it was on So You Think You Can Dance. That’s my favorite reality television show, but due to cable box mishaps and frustrations, I missed a good chunk of this season (it’s one of few shows that I actually look forward to). I just so happened to be passing by on my way out to my shed to write one evening when it was on, and I caught the piece that now-eliminated-contestant Tucker danced with previous-contestant Robert, choreographed by Travis Wall (who is BRILLIANT, by the way). It was . . . beautiful. The story behind it was beautiful; the dancing was beautiful. It was just fantastic. But the thing that topped it off – as I’ve found goes with most routines on that show – was the music.

So, I listened to it several times on my phone while out in my shed that night, looked up the lyrics (to make sure I was hearing them correctly because I occasionally do NOT, even when they’re easy to understand), and did a lot of thinking over them. I feel this is a song that everyone can relate to, in some way or another, be it directly with themselves or something to do with someone close to them.

I think of it as straightforward with blurry lines. I love that.

Anyway, I’m going to also post a video of the dance that the two of them did below, in case anyone is interested in seeing it.

Happy Friday everyone, and have a lovely weekend.

Madness.

That’s what the past week and a half or so has been for me. It’s gotten to the point – numerous times – where I’ve just wanted to close my eyes, put my hands over both of my ears, and scream, “STOP THE MADNESS!” Best Friend will get the inside joke there, if she reads this. It’s really not a joke though.

I guess it’s just been one of those, “When it rains . . .” bouts of time.

There’s just been madness in what seems to be every avenue and aspect of my life, ranging from small frustrations, to outright confusion, to absolute discord. A lot of that is my fault, I’ll admit, for being how I am. Such small things from flopping around again about what I want to do with my books, to gigantic things that I have no desire to talk about. I’m pretty sure I’ve got an uncountable amount of new gray hairs that will have to be covered up, just in the past ten days or so alone.

I’ve been hiding in my shed. I kind of realized about a week and a half ago that ‘hiding’ is what I do there, among other things. Being happy, being productive in the only way that I am, etc. I’ll admit without any issue that this past week, hiding has been the main priority there – hiding from life as much as I can. It works a little. Works better than anything else.

But I was struck yesterday that I can’t hide from most things. Acknowledgement, and acceptance.

I – partially intentionally and partially accidentally – messed up my sleep schedule so that I’ll be awake on days for a little while. I can’t write during the day, as I get bombarded with what I’ll politely call distractions. Basically, I’m forcing myself to take a pseudo-break. I’ll still be writing (yes, I’m writing), but I’m going to have to do some other things too. I asked Best Friend and her significant other to hang out with Husband and I tomorrow. I’m going to see my grandpa and have lunch with my parents. I’m going to be getting sucked farther into Diablo III with Husband. I’ve been trying, very hard, to get some things out and dealt with (though it’s difficult due to reasons that I have no control over).

Writing for me, generally, is healthy in most ways that matter (at least to me, which I’ve mentioned recently). But given all the nonsense and madness and . . . ugh . . . other things currently going on around me, I just can’t let myself do what I usually do. Can’t run and can’t hide from everything. It’s not healthy.

Anywho, that’s the reason for the lack of everything on here. I’ve been hiding.

Expect my usual Friday post tomorrow.

I really, genuinely, hope that everybody out there is having a fantastic day. I really do. The world needs a bit moreΒ good and fantasticality.

That’s the plan.

So there for a little while – and I DO mean a little while – I was super proud of myself. I was getting on here, I was responding to comments in a timely manner. I was posting things. And I had this little voice in my head (figuratively speaking) saying, “Wow, C. You’re doing a great job keeping up with this.”

Should I – or anyone else – be surprised that all of the, “I’m posting stuff!” was followed IMMEDIATELY after by, “Hey . . . hasn’t it, um . . . been awhile, since you’ve, you know . . . been on WordPress?”

My longest hiatus.

One day, I will figure out why I’m so freaking unreliable for just about anything. At least I’m reliable at being unreliable. You can count on me for that, that’s for sure. Wasn’t there something like that in Pirates of the Caribbean? Something like that. Not unreliable. Anywho. Spaz moment.

Anyway, I’ve spent an EXTREMELY long time trying to figure out what I wanted to do with this thing. I needed some sort of stability on here. I’ve already tossed around the ‘writing’ ideas in my head, which I always fall short on when it comes to thinking of things. I can’t depend on myself to come up with SUPER AWESOME WRITERLY TOPICS(!!). So, I thought of an idea sometime in the middle of last week.

Every Friday, I’m going to post an entry with some sort of music that I like. I know it has nothing to do with anything, but the great thing about music is . . . nobody loves all the same music, but everybody loves music. So, I’m going to do that to give myself some sort of stability on here rather than just telling myself I’ll blog when I FEEL like blogging (which, I’ll be totally honest, is not a whole heck of a lot (can anybody tell that it seems to come in spurts?)).

The plan is: Every Friday = Music Post. And I’m telling myself that I MUST blog at least once at some point between the two.

There’s the stability I’ve been lacking on here since, well, I started it.

I actually did have every intention of blogging last week, but . . . Well . . . clearly I didn’t. I was grumpy. That’s a nice word for it. Yeah, we’ll go with grumpy.

That’s the plan.

Don’t hold me to it. I’m going to have a difficult enough time holding myself to it.

Hmm . . .

Anywho, I hope everyone is doing superly awesome out there and whatnot.

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(And now I’m asking myself why I find it so freaking difficult to sit down and do this, lol) . . .

Oops.

So I, um . . . lost track of days.

Clearly.

I just looked (knowing that I needed to blog) and realized it’s been exactly one week since my last post. My bad.

I guess I don’t really feel like I have much to say. I’ve been writing. Series is going. That’s all I’ve been doing. LITERALLY.

Wake up. Write. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

I’ve literally done nothing else. I have a (growing) list of things that I need to get done. I haven’t got to any of them yet. I’m consumed. I can’t help it. I suppose it’s a good thing that I’m able to type fast – at least the WRITING part of writing this will be done . . . well . . . at the rate I’m going? Pretty quickly.

My cat is driving me insane. Sorry, that was just a random bit of something, as she distracted me from writing what I was going to.

And it’s funny – I’ve actually got a few ideas to blog about. Two? Two is two more than I usually have when I sit down to do these things. Woohoo. I guess that’s what happens when you don’t touch your blog for a little while. Or maybe that’s just a coincidence and I’m going to CALL it something else to make myself feel better about not being on here.

I’ll try to get at least one of those entries posted soon. Got something to take care of tomorrow morning, and also have plans Thursday morning, so if I do it . . . it will have to be either Wednesday or Friday.

I haven’t been doing any social-type-things.

I haven’t touched Facebook in at least as long as I’ve posted an entry on here.

I only realized a few days ago that I hadn’t tweeted (is that the correct thing to say?) anything in like . . . 6 days. I can’t remember when that gap was, but it’s been recently. You see? I lose track.

Is someone going to smack me if I say that being like, “Oh, hey, I haven’t tweeted,” makes me feel like a [BLEEEEP]ing moron?

I talked to one of my friends, um, can’t remember what day it was, but I was talking to one of my friends the other day about having a nocturnal schedule and how freaking DIFFICULT it is to do things. In order to make plans, I have to spend several days messing up my sleep schedule, I can’t write the amount of time that I want to write, I do something for however long, and then spend several days trying to fix what I messed up. It’s quite frustrating. I do feel bad though. It makes communicating with anyone extremely difficult. I get a text (rarely, but it happens), find it when I wake up (which is usually after everyone else is sleeping), and then have to wait to text back until right before I go to sleep (which is almost pointless).

I guess that’s just another thing currently adding to my Guilt Pile.

Why is it that people feel guilty for doing things that are good for them? Or things that make them happy? Why should that make anyone feel guilty?

And really? Why in the world should I feel guilty for sleeping when I want to sleep?

I suppose it makes people think you don’t want anything to do with them, which isn’t the case at all.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m just tired.

I say maybe, but it’s my bedtime right now. I just had to make sure I posted something NOW because the amount of time since I have is ridiculous.

Sorry for the lack of posting. I’m writing. Yes, I’m a horrible (HORRIBLE) social anything. I already knew that. If you’ve read . . . well . . . probably any of my posts, you’d likely realize I suck socially too.

At least I’m trying. That has to count for something . . . . . . .

Right?

That’s what they say, isn’t it?

Hope you’re all doing well out there and whatnot.