sigh.

I’ve been quiet for a bit for a couple of reasons. One, I’ve been having some health issues. I have fibromyalgia on top of a preexisting auto-immune disorder and it’s been acting up real bad lately. My doctor prescribed me a med that fucked with my moods, my sleep, my appetite, and did nothing for my pain. I am thankfully off of that medication, but now I have another issue. I have migraines. Tension headaches. Headaches in general. This particular headache has not gone away in 12 days. They’ve given me codeine. It’s not helping.

Work is also kicking my ass because I’m flat out refusing to be the bitch of the store. Or, well, I refuse to allow sales reps to treat me (and my position) like it’s dirt on their shoe. Which means that every day is a fight. Which is exhausting.

BUT! Aside from that, I’ve been…slightly productive. My main reader ran away from me and has left me high and dry, so I poked a couple of friends (one, a previous beta reader from my time in Marvel fandom who kicks my ass and makes me figth for every word and sentence; another who is an old friend who’s opinion I trust). So now I’m back on the editing track! Which makes me productive, in my mind.

I’m not dead. Not yet. As much as I might wish it were so when my head is fucking pounding and I’m watching my beta rip the shit out of my novel. (She called my baby boy autistic. Which makes me laugh hysterically. Because it’s probably very true.)