First and foremost, Internet People, I really owe you an apology. The stuff I've been posting the past week has been shameful. Horrible. It's the kind of stuff I get tempted to sneakily delete from the archives after a couple months go by and I think no one is looking. It's the kind of stuff that makes me deeply embarrassed by the number of comments I get, because eeesh. There is hella better stuff out there.
I had all these grand plans for once I became a real-live "writer" (or writeur, to be said in a snooty accent while pinching a monocle), and instead I've been like, "Durrrrr...Flickr?"
The truth is I'm having some trouble adjusting to this new life.
Which: duh. You just can't go from merrily trotting off to work, to a career, to a place that was like a familar little groove in your sofa, year after year, to suddenly trying to get just as much work done at home where there is no accountability other than NOT GETTING PAID, while trying to keep a suddenly ridiculously mobile and demanding child (a child! a child who ate my baby!) entertained and non-injured, without having a few moments of OH MY GOD, I CANNOT DO THIS. REWIND. REWIND.
But I've been hesistant to tell you this, because I can already FEEL the force of the big collective eyeroll. Good Christ, doesn't she ever stop complaining?
And I don't want to complain. Because I am grateful. Because I am happy.
I guess I just need a little more time to get used to being this happy.