I will be Out of Office this week. At least in the way of blogging. And somewhat social media. You can still find some tidbits from me over on Instagram and Facebook but it will be even more sporadic than usual (which is really saying something, right?).
My focus for this week is getting some upcoming blog projects going and continuing and finished (I have a couple new series coming up this year that I am really excited about), working on getting some more speaking business together (currently booking for this year and beyond), AND of course, working on the final pieces of “the book.”
As I work on the mythical book (I kid, it’s real… :), I am also working on putting together a proposal that I can send to a few contacts regarding Literary Agents. Y’all… this is such a process. I seriously just thought I’d get my writings together, take ’em to Kinkos (I know it’s not just called Kinkos anymore but I refuse to let it go), bind ’em, and send them to like 10 people. Then, as the book took shape, I started thinking I’d maybe look into self-publishing, and now, well, now I’m thinking of shopping it to Literary Agents to find a publisher which I have to tell you has me all sorts of Mary Katherine Gallagher and I wanna put my hands under my armpits and smell ’em. Lucky for me, given my current menopausal state, I seem to perspire very little and as such, I doubt my armpits would smell all that awful. So that’s a positive.
But. I just figure, with this book situation, millions of people write books, everyone’s a writer, and so why not me, too? Right? Right.
Also, if Kei$ha can go from Tik Tok to Prayin’ while the whole world is watching and not completely bomb, I think we can all keep becoming ourselves in front of the world, too. After all, no one is really paying that much attention to the other anyway, right? Right.
So, this week, the sign is on the door. I am going to be Gone Fishin’. I WILL have a fresh piece on Her View From Home that I would love if you’d read. Partially because if I get enough clicks, I get 100 bucks and each 100 bucks means I don’t have to write as many fortune cookies on the side. Just kidding. About the Fortune cookies. But not the 100 bucks. That’s legit. And it means my kids can have new “base layers” from Costco for $7.99 and I can guarantee you that the Middlest would be so grateful to you for enough warm, soft under layers for each day of the week so please, sir, read my Her View piece, k?
Another note shoved in here so I don’t have to write another begging, pleading post:
Sharing is caring, friend. Truly, every bit of my words that gets wings is because when you read it, you share it. That doesn’t mean you have to share it on Facebook. But that is helpful for me. Other ways you could share it: Send it via email to a friend who needs it. Call your local bakery and have them put it on a cake and see if you can get one of those really funny cake fails. Print it out and decopage it onto your favorite piece of furniture. Put music to it and read it while you dance like you are in some sort of lyrical improv troupe. I highly recommed doing that last one next to the coffee kiosk in your favorite shopping center. Basically, when you share my words, it helps them gain exposure. And the reality is, if I am gonna do this selling a book thing, wellllllll, I’m gonna need a wee bit of exposure.
Oh my goodness. I am not sure what just happened but it would appear that someone who is very beggy and bold typed in a paragraph just before this about sharing my shit. Well. I suppose I should second that. So sharing via any social medium, sending to friends, or the like, are all appreciated.
And. A Nerlynx update. The Lynxy Mynxy and I have become better acquainted since I last wrote. He is much less pushy (out of my bottom) and I am being kinder and gentler to his surroundings. So. We are coming to somewhat of an agreement. He still gets a little shitty from time to time but so many of the side effects have really calmed down over the last week. Huge wonderful happening. I do think I will still go with fluids once a week to keep us all on the happy train but I dare say, this may be the very beginning of a beautiful friendship. Oh. And I also must share this… we got the bill… THANK YOU JESUS MARY JOSEPH AND THE SHEPHERDS FOR INSURANCE. A one-month-supply of Nerlynx carries a price tag of $12,600.
No. I’m not lyin. Or a tiger, for that matter.
So. I think we’re somewhat caught up for the moment.
Highlights of the post, once again, included: Light on the social media this week but keep checking in because if you leave me, I will be very sad. Book getting somewhat of a pin put in it this week. Working on a few collab posts that I’m pumped about. Hit me up if you want my speaking prices. And read Her View From Home tomorrow (on as many different devices as you can;).
Oh. And Nerlynx is crazy expensive.
That’s that for the week, friend. I will see you on the flipside, chickadees and chickadudes.