Update Day: DOH!

Sigh.

It’s finally happened. After three years, I finally managed to forget my own bloghop. >_<

I remembered on Thursday and then yesterday, I had to clean out the garage (it was a public holiday in South Africa) and I was so exhausted by the end of it (huge garage… looooooooooots of stuff) that I completely forgot about literally everything I was supposed to do.

Sorry!

But I have to at least give a bit of an update, so here’s my Update Day post anyhow. For those of you wondering what all this is about, a bunch of us have set some huge or just super important goals. On the last Friday of every month, we post updates on how we’re doing. The accountability and encouragement just does wonders.

You’re more than welcome to sign up. All you have to do is click here.

Last month, I decided to be a bit more kind to myself than I was lately, so I haven’t really set much in the way of writing and money goals.
It’s just hard to chase down goals (impossible, even) if you’re barely able to keep going because it feels like you’re drowning.
To give you an idea of where I was this past month, you can check out my previous post. It wasn’t pretty.
But then you guys reminded me that sometimes, it’s just necessary to step back. So I decided to go quiet. To stop pushing and prodding myself.
I picked up my needlework again because the repetition of stitch after stitch just soothes me. And good thing, because there’s about 250,000 stitches to my current project.
And slowly, without me really realizing it, I started to feel better.
So for this month, I’m going to see if I can maintain what I’ve been managing lately, plus a few minutes of writing every day. Let’s say five minutes.
Just a simple addition, to see if I can ease myself in as simply and as painfully as possible.
How are you doing? 
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Paralysis

I want to write a blog post today, because I know it’s good for me. The thing is, I’m struggling. Maybe I’m burned out, but it feels like my words have become a hopelessly tangled heap of strings, and every string I pull brings out a whole host of strings I didn’t want to see.

So I guess the words are there (which is new for me.) It’s just that there are too many of them. Too many emotions. But hey, it’s April so it’s unlikely that a lot of you will read this post anyway. So I get to just air some words and see what comes out.
The truth is, I feel stuck. I’ve mentioned that my life by and large sucks at the moment, which is fair enough, but until recently, I’ve always had writing to give me a sense of movement. As long as I made progress on my work in progress, that was okay, because then I was actually working toward something.
But that also meant that I have been flirting on the edge of burning out for a long time. And by a long time, I mean basically from March 2014. Maybe even earlier.
The thing is, that thing I mentioned before with my family member who spectacularly fucked us over… It gave me a good old shove into the abyss, and now I’m here with no idea about how to get out.
And if I’m honest, I might actually be self-sabotaging.
See in the aftermath, I tried to sit down and write, because I know it’s good for me. Because I need to feel like at least something is moving in the wrong direction and…. Nothing. Like… even the notes I’d left for myself to guide me toward the end of the story feel like some other parson wrote them. When I think about writing right now, I just feel… numb.
And I hate it. So instead of writing, I spent the most of the past month doing nothing. It’s not that I’m lazy per se. I’m still working, editing for people, formatting for people…that sort of thing. But when it comes to doing something for myself, something that could actually get me climbing out of the abyss again, I basically stare at the ladder out and do nothing.
Maybe I’ve been knocked down one time too many. And although things are starting to go a bit better, I don’t feel better. I feel like life is right there, dancing around and waiting for me to get onto my feet so it can hit me in the face again. And honestly, I don’t see the attraction of it.
Three years.
Three whole fucking years of this shit.
Two weeks ago was the third anniversary of getting my rights back from Etopia Press. So yes, it’s almost exactly three years since everything went to hell, because the crap with Etopia was the start. And man, I fought. I fought like a lion. Things went bad and I wrote more.
But here I am now, and I don’t know if I have anything left. Because everything I do feels like I’m just setting myself up for more harm.
So I do nothing.
I stare without blinking and fill my hours with nonsense. Not reaching for the ladder out of the abyss because I don’t want to face whatever is waiting for me up there.
Because that’s one thing I can say about being down here. If I don’t think about it too much, the paralysis is at least peaceful.

Update Day at Last

Hey guys,

So I promised to post my update on Monday, but my headache only started to fade yesterday (and I also had yesterday as a deadline for an editing job that. would. not. get. done.)

For those of you wondering what I’m talking about, me, Jen and Brittney host a bloghop where everyone sets some crazy or crazy important goals. Then on the last Friday of every month, we post updates on how we’re doing.

If you’d like to see who’s taking part or to sign up, please click here.

So how I did…
In a word… crap.
I think last month counted as one of the worst in my entire life, due to some personal reasons, which made it almost impossible for me to work efficiently, which in turn made it impossible for me to write,
So. None of my goals reached.
And if my personal life wasn’t bad enough, my country’s president literally fucked us all over by sacking most of his cabinet for a bunch of yes-men, thereby dumping our country in junk status.
On Friday, it’s looking like the whole country might be shutting down in protest as the ruling party has seen it fit to protect the president instead of our democracy.
So… Fun times.
Guys… I’m tired.
Just when I think I’ve dealt with my burn-out, some asshat comes up with a match and some kerosene.
Maybe I’m pulling this thing on way too much, but I don’t know what’s scaring me more: everyone complaining and doing nothing while the president destroys our constitution or everyone rising up to the point where everything else but the constitution gets destroyed. Because as it is right now, I’m kinda feeling like it could go either way.
But yeah, thoughts and prayers could go a long way.