When I don’t get enough accomplished in a day, it’s hard for me to go to sleep. My mind and body are unsettled because I felt like I didn’t hit my quota of “meaningful creations and/or experiences” for the day. Since I had a plumber here for SIX HOURS today, I’m feeling it.
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So this post is actually a last-ditch, ten-minutes-to-midnight attempt to add value to the day before I turn into a pumpkin. It actually was a great day. Know why?
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Firstly, because my house is falling apart but *I* didn’t. This stuff would normally collapse me, but I took it in stride, knowing these repairs are expensive and frustrating but necessary. And praising God for insurance.
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And my CPAP. And Prozac. And Effexor. And my therapist. My coworkers. My parents. My besties. I am the luckiest girl in the world to have such a vast, expansive support system.
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The family I met with on campus this morning had read my book. ❤️ Mom said to daughter, “Did you realize this is who wrote Truest?” Daughter said, “Yes! It’s my favorite book.” Like… What?? I had such a rockstar moment. Thank you, Evelyn. I should have told her there’s an Evelyn in Salt Novel. I will email her in the morning.
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The world is in so much pain. It feels so privileged for me to say I need a break from it. I am trying to take it in sips. As an outgoing introvert, you will see me entertaining at the party, then hiding, repeat. I’m sort of doing the same thing with the incredibly painful news right now. Make a round, then hide, repeat. I wish everyone was able to hide for a moment.
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Well, it’s midnight. I’m a pumpkin. My thoughts are a glass slipper; please be gentle.
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