Clumsy tired updates.

​I have been ridiculously tired as of late. That kind of bone-weary exhaustion where every day you wake up and kinda sigh, “Do I really have to human today, guys?” You start wishing you were a cat or a burrito. Or a cat burrito. Which is sick and wrong and you shouldn’t do that but here I am anyway wishing for it. My anemia could play a role. I have a hard time taking iron supplements, they make me feel awful, and I slack after a while eating iron-rich foods because I basically eat like shit. All the time. Also I hate kale, but that’s another bitch for another day.

It could also be peopling. As I’ve stated, probably so often I’m starting to sound like a broken record, I’m a huge introvert and interaction just tires me out. Even online I get worn out from it. I’m bipolar as well, very low spectrum, I manage it without medication, but the lows sometimes creep up on me and beat me over the head. It could be any of these things; the bipolar, the introvert, the anemia. Or it could be a combination of all three. Either way, I’m exhausted and as a result, the last few weeks I’ve slowly been turning into what Adam Dreece refers to a “broadcaster” and that drives me nuts. I’m not that person. I’m not the one who ignores someone when they talk, it’s something I pride myself on. My grandma taught me better than that, guys. She’d kick my ass if she knew. And yet here I am, starring tweets more than I’m responding to them, staring at my personal emails like they’re an invitation to stab myself in the brain with rusty nails, and generally just making weird noises instead of conversation. Because I’m tired. So so tired.

Every day getting out of bed feels a little harder and everything feels like work. A lot of freaking work. Involuntary actions even feels like work. Doing anything that doesn’t involve my couch and me not being a human being feels like more work than I’m able to do. I push myself, of course. I have a book that’s not even a month old out and I need be in promo mode as well as writing so I can, hopefully, have things lined up for 2015. But all the while, I’m eyeing that couch, wondering why I can’t live there.

So here’s been what’s going on in the Cave while I’ve been busy being too tired to function. I’ve kinda jacked this idea from my Plus One Nina‘s Monday Three. Sorry Not Sorry, Nina. Your ideas are the best:

1. Carrier by Anne Tibbets.
I can’t insist on this book enough. Seriously. And I really should have mentioned it while it was still on sale, but I’m telling you, this book is worth every penny. Dystopian NA, with a protagonist who is badass as all hell. I used this picture once on Twitter to show my facial expression whilst reading Angie Sandro’s Dark Sacrifice, but it absolutely works here as well:

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It’s a fast-paced, spine-tingling, “omg” fest of HOLY SHIT. It’s bleak and brutal and well-drawn and HONESTLY. I can’t go on enough about this book and all the reasons you should read it. But I can scream it from the rooftops that you should, and that’s what I’m doing. The second, Walled, comes out in December and you’re gonna wanna snatch this one up now and read it before then. Trust me on this. I don’t screw around with my book recs and I’m reccing this so hard.

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Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads

2. Parks and Rec
I’m always the last to know, it seems like. The last one to jump on a bandwagon, but I finally watched Parks and Rec. Well. I binged the hell out of Parks and Rec and I don’t know what it is about this show, but I can’t stop watching. I’m on my fourth rewatch now, and I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever move on to another show. Which is a shame, since I recently got a hell of a lot of good WATCH THIS NEXT recs, but I live in Pawnee now, guys. It doesn’t look like I’ll be moving any time soon.

3. DOCTOR WHO.
I, along with Ali and Nina, live tweet the new episodes every week and MAN. I’m so obsessed with Capaldi’s Doctor. Dark, snarky, and downright mad, he’s quickly shot up to one of my favorites.

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And Clara. I loved Clara before. She was tied with Donna Noble as my favorite companion, and that hasn’t changed. She’s grown into her character even more, becoming someone necessary beyond her mystery in season 7, and even though I shipped her and Eleven, I love this dynamic with her and Twelve.

But Danny. Hate Danny. I need to be sold on his character still and, honestly, I’m starting to doubt that’s gonna happen since he’s more and more obnoxious every time we see him. God, Danny. I hate you. You’re the worst.

4. EC sues Jane/DA.
Unless you live under a rock, you’ve probably already heard that Ellora’s Cave is suing Jane from Dear Author. I’m not going to get into all the reasons why this is awful. Mostly because others have already spoken on it and they know what they’re talking about much more than I do. But it’s crazy, it’s damaging, and it’s infuriating. Readers should, always and forever, be able to say exactly what they want about a book without a fear of legal ramifications. Authors who are being royally screwed should not have to fear speaking up. Topics such as this deserve to be discussed, because it affects a whole wide variety of people.

Jane is fighting the lawsuit, because she’s a badass, and there’s a legal defense fund to help with lawyer fees. As an author, I may not always like what is said about me or my books by reviewers, but you know what? They have the right to say it and I will defend that right to the end. If you can, please consider donating and defending it too.

5. Real life happenings.
This past weekend The Boy, Betty, and I went to his old teacher’s wedding and it was honestly the cutest and sweetest thing ever. We really got blessed in the teacher department and she, along with her teacher’s aid, have really become like an extension of our family. I normally get twitchy over weddings, receptions, baby showers, birthday parties, basically anything I’d have to small talk at, but this was an exception for sure. Being the romantic that I am, it also choked me up seeing them start their lives together. In cowboy boots. God, I love the south.

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The night we went to the reception, my dad and stepmom took Three (or The Baby, as I usually refer to him over here) to a demolition derby. If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know that that Three is my holy terror, as well as Batman obsessed. So this was right up his destructive little alley, and there was a Batman car, and it’s all he’s talked about since he came home. And cried about. Because he and Batman are best friends in his mind and Batman crashed his car at one point, and hasn’t called to let Three know he’s okay. Batman, come on. I know you work alone and all, but if you could give a dude a call to say it’s all good in Gotham’s hood, maybe he’d effing shut up for a minute. THAT WOULD BE NICE.

Even I, as his mother, am struggling to love this particular facial expression.

Even I, as his mother, am struggling to love this particular facial expression.

I’m also working on a cover for Erica Monroe‘s novella, set in her Rookery Rogues world, and I’m really ridiculously excited about it. I’ve toyed with the idea of expanding my graphic design business beyond odd jobs for friends and the church I work for, and while I don’t know that I’ll ever actually do that, it’s pretty cool getting something else under my belt. Plus I love these books so I dig having a hand in them like this.

UP NEXT/RANDOM: for my birthday, one of my nearest and dearest got me the first Outlander book, because I was officially the last person on the face of the planet who hasn’t read it. I can’t wait to start and finally know wtf everyone is talking about. Also on deck is Upside Down and Sideswiped (out tomorrow!) by Lia Riley. My to-read list has gotten ridiculously long and now that Losing Streak is finally out in the world, I feel like I can take a breath and lose myself in other people’s words. My favorite.

Speaking of Losing Streak, if you haven’t already bought a copy, you can do so over this-a way: AmazonBarnes & NobleiTunes. Books-a-Million also has a killer price for both Wild Ones and Losing Streak.

I’m gonna be obnoxious for a minute, and ask that if you do read, please please consider leaving a review on the site you bought it from, as well as Goodreads, if you have an account. Reviews are a signal to other readers to try this thing, (or not, depending on how much you liked or disliked said book) and it’ll always be the very best form of promotion there is. To everyone who has read, whether or not you reviewed, honestly, I love you regardless, thank you so so much. I can’t begin to express how grateful I am for you.

Finally, I’ve had a few messages asking me what’s next for the Lane, if Jax is ever gonna get his own book, etc, and while I’ve answered each of those messages, I figured I’d make a larger announcement, as well as add it to my FAQ page. As of right now, I’m not quite ready to leave the Lane yet, but there’s also nothing written in stone on the books. The minute I can make an announcement, I definitely, definitely will. The fact that so many have asked and are interested warms my cold, black heart.

Hobbit out, y’all.

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