I’m sitting on the other half of the sofa, and a very weird thing happened.
You see, I usually blog from the family room. No (sane) reason, really, except that this is the social-media computer, and the blog is somewhat social. Also, I often do this at night, while husband is watching tv.
I didn’t yesterday, because I felt…. odd. Not sick and I suspect anyway it’s allergies, since it came on after time outside (and I haven’t seen anyone outside the family for a while, so who would I catch sick from?) but my throat was itchy and I was semi out of it.
No problem, I’ll do it tomorrow.
So– Today I sat down and wrote MGC and opened this page, and then HAD to sleep. I don’t know if any of you have experienced this, but it is very weird. It’s like you really can’t fight it. When I worked in an office, I’d often go to the bathroom, just so I could close my eyes. Because you will sleep. Your choice is where. This is usually maybe 15 minutes.
Today it was two hours. And I’m still not fully awake.
Why? I don’t know. The logical hypothesis is that I’m getting sick again. I don’t have time for this.
Blog fundraiser goes up the day after tomorrow, and I have things to organize and set and be ready for. (Runs around with hair on fire.)
So, I’m going to blame it on the cat, who snores and emits sleepy-ons.
Honestly, it’s probably worry about the fundraiser. Mostly worry it will fail big, since you guys came through with the big rescue seven months ago.
This is not a rescue. It’s a “Let’s see if the blog can fund.” I wouldn’t do it, but I can a) use the blog funding as seed money to get the fiction off the ice pad (Sometimes it feels like I’m running on ice) partly by hiring someone to manage the image and the publicity (No. I know him. And you guys will LIKE him.) and someone to run the side stuff on the business. And someone to collate and get the collections ready.
If it overfunds, it’s money to pay for audio book readers.
So… I’m basically fundraising for operating capital for the business, which I THINK is justified? Well, I suppose getting paid for the work I put in is justified too. (Right? Maybe? The way I’m justifying it to myself is that it’s not fair to deprive of my family of the fruits of my labor. I’m not right in the head, okay?)
Anyway, now I’m somewhat awake, and kind of functioning, but not really, so I couldn’t think of anything to blog about except to complain that I fell asleep and hope I’m not falling sick, and then publicly run around in a panic over all the stuff I need to do the next two days. Did I say I’m weird? You knew I was right?
Okay. Now I’m going to finish the two short stories (one for the collection that’s part of the rewards for the fundraiser) and go make a list of the “gifts” for donating (part of this is that it’s ridiculous to consider them a “price” which of course it isn’t. It’s just a thank you for donating. I mean, up to twenty it’s a printable certificate (in eform but suitable for printing) that says “I was carped at according to hoyt” that is not a big enough thing to COST $20. But this is not a store. It’s a fundraiser. (And you guys collect carp!)
I’m going to take the meds (the daily ones) and go work. Keep your fingers crossed I don’t fall sick.
*Isn’t this more interesting than “this is not a post?”*