Fuck Off Depression!

A 8-post collection

Friday, Wonderful Day For the Creative Spirit

I have commenced a process for moving my shit off of Draft2Digital and onto Ingram Spark. The caveat to this is that I need to buy "real" ISBNs for each book.

Given that I have 31 books out already, and I likely have more in me, that's going to cost a bit. Close to $600 dollarydoos. Ouch.

I have three bucks in the bank and a fraction of that in my Paypal. So I'm doing what I can. Shifting files off of Draft if they're available free, and adjusting prices for the stuff that could earn money.

I can get the books downloaded off of Draft in Epub format, and then wrangle things from there. Which involves a lot of fussing around because the transfer from Smashwords to Draft managed to wreck everything.

Yay.

Adjusting the short stories is more than enough of a pain in the bum. I'm dreading doing the novels... but they stay on Draft for the meanwhile.

If anyone wants the free tales, they can bother me for them. I can gift them the ePubs(unfixed) or the fixed text files when I have them prepared.

I don't have a lot of them prepared at the moment.

So I shall curse my fate for a little while and get on with getting on with things.

Starting with today's tale.

Sunday, Streams and Stories

The Archive's not streaming today because presenter illness. Such fun.

Adapting is off on its last chance to gain an agent before I throw it at the Promptcast to see what it needs.

Even if it needs to be taken out behind the chemical shed.

I used to Believe in that book. Sigh. I've been sitting on it way too long and got too despondent about getting it out into the world. Past me was such a dreamer.

Fuck, I'm still a

Monday, Backup Reads, Work, and Mistakes

My previously-thought brilliant idea to keep track of my favourite YouTubers was not that brilliant after all. It would still give TubeTube all the clicks.

Currently, there is no escape from that machine. Give it time, and there will be somewhere else.

Meanwhile, I might have encouraged an exodus. I can hope. In the meantime, I am sticking as much to my guns as I can. The news I want to get is not available anywhere else.

Bleh.

Part of today's shenanigans,

Friday, IDEK

I'll be making bread this weekend. Possibly baking on Monday. I'm chasing Chaos to keep working on Stencyl to make a thing. I'm trying to find any group of professionals who could teacher.

The one place I did find operates solely in NSW and Victoria, focuses exclusively on children and mentions homeschooling a little too much for my personal comfort.

And there's literally nowhere else.

Any other searches for programming education and ASD just leads me to job offerings and education opportunities

Thursday, A Need for Pick-Me-Ups

I have had some issues with Appointment Inertia¹ when Mayhem's working. So I don't get to sit down for my offerings until the afternoon.

Tomorrow, I'm camping up at Mayhem's workplace so I theoretically have more time to do things. Meanwhile, I am soothing my current emotional issues with carbage.

It's Pride this weekend and because Adorable is volunteering at Parkrun, we're not doing the march. We are, however, turning up for the fair.

I shall be putting up my buttons-so-far

Friday, Stuff and Things

I have some writing entry(s) to read and judge. I have another week's worth of fics to tag for the app. I have to take the dressed map that I have just finished and prep it by learning how to fly my own OwlBear Rodeo setup [that promises to be fun].

There's also Starters to feed, bikkie to make and ingest, vinyl to sort, and a chapter to, perhaps, write.

I'm going to find out SOMETHING on bells and whistles with

Tuesday - Day Three

I have posted my Patreon nonsense - lots of Tiefling Tales today. I have a PLN to go out shopping for some things, but not all the things, and I have words to yet pour into my novel-in-progress as well as an Instant to write.

Yay.

There's an election upcoming and I don't know if we're early voting to avoid the crowds or going in person and me in mask. Because I won't go anywhere without my mask when all it takes

Monday (Day Zero Secundus)

It's Monday, there's two new cases today, which is less than the alarming nine of yesterday. I feel secure in allowing Miss Chaos to keep attending school, but I shall be keeping a weather eye on the case count.

A very paranoid weather eye. My firkin life is on the line. Even though it feels like I'm the only one who cares about that, I'm probably the most important person who does. If that makes sense, then what are you doing in