Got the House back. Things will continue getting worse, but the curve might bend a little bit now. And there were some bits and bobs of really, really good news last night.
I actually took a leftover Clonazepam before bed last night because I was so keyed up, and today has been busy as hell, so this is gonna be a short note just because I’ve got shit to do tonight. Watch this, then— I wish I could embed it, but I can’t find a way– and then afterward find somebody who thinks Democrats “don’t have a message” and punch them in their stupid face.
I had a stunningly easy day at work today, to the point where I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and it never really did. No drama, no nonsense, I had time to get shit done, which blows my mind– that never happens– and now I have tomorrow off.
My wife has to work and my son has school. So I’m at home, by myself, on Election Day, trying my good Goddamnedest to keep myself distracted. If there was some sort of drug I could take that could guarantee I could just wake up Wednesday morning and have the carnage already dealt with, I’d already have taken it.
I mean, I could make predictions, but I was literally the wrongest I’ve ever been about anything two years ago, so I’ve got no room left for optimism right now. I also think I’m probably not capable of being surprised, but the world has a way of proving me wrong about that too. I considered finding something, anything to volunteer for tomorrow, but to a certain extent I question my own ability to keep my shit together in scenarios where people are talking politics around me, and if I go volunteer for something it’s gonna be kinda difficult to avoid politics. Better for my mental health to spend the entire day stuck in 1899 robbing caravans and hunting bears. I gotta stay the hell off Twitter until at least 7 or 8:00; I will fail utterly in this goal.
More tomorrow, I suppose, if the world doesn’t end.
I finally got off my rather exceptionally lazy butt and created a Goodreads page for CLICK, which you might recall is my most recent novel. If you’ve read it, and you’re inclined to add it to some bookshelves or (please? PLEASE?) review it, now you have somewhere to do that!
If we were having coffee (and I feel like I need to point out that, unlike last time, I actually am having coffee while writing this) I would spend most of the conversation being interrupted by the kitten, who has decided that my feet are the tastiest thing in the universe, regardless of whether I’m barefoot, in socks, or wearing my shoes. This started off as cute and endearing and now I’m seriously trying to think of a way to bash together some shame cones to wear over my feet whenever I’m in a room that she can get into because the assaults are constant and she’s too small to kick.
I could probably get her halfway across the house if I tried, though.
(I’m not going to of course I’m not going to Jesus but Goddammit leave my feet alone.)
We had Thanksgiving yesterday. There have been persistent rumors that my wife’s family is planning some sort of extravagant event in Michigan for Actual Thanksgiving, and my brother and his wife just bought a new house, so we decided to kill a couple of birds with one stone and we all went up to his place north of Chicago for Very Early Thanksgiving yesterday. We are mostly German and Polish with a smattering of English and Welsh; he married into an Italian family and brought all of them over as well, so yesterday was Teach the Polacks How to Make Ravioli Day, because why wouldn’t it be? So we spent probably three or four hours making a couple hundred raviolis. I didn’t actually make the pasta itself– my mom was handling that– but my brother and my dad and I were responsible for filling the raviolis and then covering them and, in general, finishing everything up. It went pretty well:
It went very well– I’ve actually never made fresh pasta before, and while I sort of wanted to be in the kitchen for the actual pasta-making part at least once, being the last person in the process means you get to pretend the whole thing was your doing, which is still kinda fun. Dinner was delicious and I even managed to not pass out and die on the way home, which was also a plus.
We would probably start hinting around this election thing on Tuesday at some point and I would change the subject as fast as I possibly fucking could. I have Tuesday off; part of me feels like this was a very good decision (there will be violence at polling places this week) and part of me is mourning the idea that I’m going to be home all day by myself to go crazy. I’m going to spend the whole day playing Red Dead Redemption 2 just to keep from going insane.
I am super excited about this event; I’m doing a panel on book production at 12:00 and a reading/Q&A for half an hour or so at 11:30. I’m currently killing myself trying to figure out what to read (current theory: the prologue to Skylights and something funny from one of the Benevolence Archives books) and trying to mentally prepare for anything from a big crowd (a “big crowd,” in this context, means “any number of people that I cannot accurately count in less than a couple of seconds”) to my wife and my assistant (I have an assistant!) and no one else. This is the first time this group has done something like this and nobody really knows what to expect in terms of attendance so I’m deciding to look at it mostly as a networking event with a chance to practice some public-speaking skills. If I make some money and sell some books along the way, awesome. If not? That’s a whole lot of Indiana authors to touch base with. Which is absolutely a good thing regardless.
You should come. You should bring everyone you have ever met.
Okay, coffee’s cold so I’ve yapped enough. How’re you?