No More Teacher's Dirty Looks
I can't tell you how weird it is not to have a running deadline of two posts a day, five days a week.
The past year or so of that routine (not to mention the three years with the one blog) left me a bit frazzled, probably compounded by both my daughter's special needs and my family related turmoil. I am also positive that it affected the quality of my writing. For a while there, I was just throwing shit up there out of contractual obligation. And I felt bad, but when the words just don't come to you and you have to go to bed at some point, then a video is just going to have to suffice.
I can now sit at the computer and not have to mentally scan everything for suitability in either, or in rare cases, both blogs.
So I feel kind of like a college student on summer break, with the memories of term papers still fresh in the mind, but a heady sense of freedom in the short term.
Which I'm sure will disappear the next time I look at my bank account.
Also, in the spirit of TMI, I began taking a fiber supplement. Like the dutiful, rule-following person I am, I read the directions thoroughly before taking my first one. I was horrified to read something to the effect of "if you don't take this with enough water, it will swell up in your esophogas and choke you to death." When embarking upon the fiber supplement route, I really hadn't been banking on a deadly possible side effect that would essentially be MY OWN FAULT.
My hatred of drinking plain water is well-known, and I'm sure everyone at my funeral would know that I couldn't even get over it enough to save my own life.
Not cool, fiber supplement makers, not cool.
The past year or so of that routine (not to mention the three years with the one blog) left me a bit frazzled, probably compounded by both my daughter's special needs and my family related turmoil. I am also positive that it affected the quality of my writing. For a while there, I was just throwing shit up there out of contractual obligation. And I felt bad, but when the words just don't come to you and you have to go to bed at some point, then a video is just going to have to suffice.
I can now sit at the computer and not have to mentally scan everything for suitability in either, or in rare cases, both blogs.
So I feel kind of like a college student on summer break, with the memories of term papers still fresh in the mind, but a heady sense of freedom in the short term.
Which I'm sure will disappear the next time I look at my bank account.
Also, in the spirit of TMI, I began taking a fiber supplement. Like the dutiful, rule-following person I am, I read the directions thoroughly before taking my first one. I was horrified to read something to the effect of "if you don't take this with enough water, it will swell up in your esophogas and choke you to death." When embarking upon the fiber supplement route, I really hadn't been banking on a deadly possible side effect that would essentially be MY OWN FAULT.
My hatred of drinking plain water is well-known, and I'm sure everyone at my funeral would know that I couldn't even get over it enough to save my own life.
Not cool, fiber supplement makers, not cool.
Comments
I didn't realize the Manolo was such a taskmaster! 10 posts a week is a lot.