The absolute last thing I want to write about is how I feel right now, which is crummy. Not sick, per se, though my tummy is sad, but that’s only because the rest of me is depressed. There’s this whole brain-body thing happening where my depression and anxiety aggravate my digestive system and also my achy back and then I feel like hot garbage all morning. That’s where we are right now, with me typing these words by force and also trying to figure out how to get myself into the shower at some point today.
Major Depressive Disorder at it’s finest, folks.
Now, I’m not worried because this sort of thing usually only lasts a few hours to a day, and the doc upped my Xanax so I am well equipped to deal with any issues. Alas, I feel like crap. But, I must solider on. Bringing me to today’s blog, where I discuss a couple of endeavors.
It’s been a few weeks now since I stared my Patreon account, and I have two very excellent subscribers right now. They are extremely biased however, one being my aunt and the other being my mother. But then, they are probably also my biggest fans.
So right now, I am creating content for them but also for new subscribers, who would have access to everything I’ve done on there so far as well as something new on a weekly basis.
If you’re not familiar with Patreon, it is a platform for creators to earn a monthly income. It’s a subscription service, so, for example, you would pay 5$ a month and I would send you subscriber-only content each week, including poetry, stories, essays, newsletters, videos, and more. If you want to check it out, here is a link to my page. Just sign up and click “Become a Patron!” But don’t go crazy…it has you set up tiers so my price goes from a 5$ plan to like a 15$ plan and i strongly advise you go with the cheap one, especially if I know you personally. As I said to my mother, don’t pay for what you get for free.
So today one of the tasks I must complete is the making of this week’s content, which will be a vlog about one of my poems, which Mark and I are going to shoot as soon as I get myself out of the aforementioned shower.
In other news, I had a poem come out this week, and I have posted it below for you, because it was just a one-day run. Pink Plastic House, A Tiny Journal is one of my favorite lit mags and they are doing a countdown to Halloween with spooky-themed poetry. I was day 56, with a piece called The Squirrel that’s about the change of seasons. It’s one of my “story” poems. I don’t do them often but when I do, I always love them a little harder.
Speaking of “story” poems…I’m on pins and needles over here. This is me, putting out into the universe, that my editor needs to email me back, because I’m freaking out here. Last year they accepted my piece and I didn’t hear anything for months, and when I finally did, he said we could go at my pace…well, my pace dropped edits in his inbox a month and half ago and I haven’t heard a thing. I’ve sent follow-ups. I tried him on Twitter. Nothing. NOTHING.
Impatience is my worst quality.
So that’s what’s going on, writing-wise. Just chugging along. Obviously, my personal life is a shambles because I can’t even get myself into the shower. But maybe I can do something else. Afterall, I just finished this blog. One less task to complete, and it didn’t kill me. Perhaps now I can take a shower?
Nah. Probably going to take a break.
Ham 'N Eggs 