I’m so tired. I’ve been acting as if I have infinite energy, (again.) My body usually plays along with this delusion until I crash. Good times. At least I can hold my head up without too much effort. I’m overwhelmed, but it’s a result of too much awesome in a short period of time. I’ve been trying to piece together what happened, and devise a plan to calm down. It started when Oathbringer, by Brandon Sanderson was released. (Authorized Oathbringer artwork by Michael Whelan.)
I knew the overexcitement would level me if I didn’t pace myself. Nevertheless, I didn’t. I couldn’t read for comprehension because my mind was breakdancing. Then I got a notice from one of those design-your-own-stuff websites. It informed me the item I created infringed on Brandon Sanderson’s property, and therefore, was no longer available. Oops. I barely remember making it. Someone bought it, and I owe Brandon Sanderson thirty-three cents. (I think it was a mousepad or something.)
It was kind of like seeing Obi Wan’s illuminated ghost in the sky, reminding me to use The Force. So I set the novel aside to regain my focus. It’s difficult to explain how significant the story is to me. It’s helping me exist happily in my two worlds. There have been a few times in my life where I’ve been broken to the degree I knew I could let go of one (or both) of my worlds. (I sometimes wonder if I made the right choice.)
Autism feels like being stuck in extremes, and longing for middle ground, to me. I suspect it’s why I find myself drawn to those with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. I’m probably not complicated to anyone, but especially not to them, it seems. I wonder if it played a factor in my attraction to my ex-husband, (he’s schizophrenic, but wasn’t diagnosed when we married.) Being engaged makes me think about him lots lately. More good times.
I read Artemis, by Andy Weir. I loved it even more than The Martian. It’s often hilarious. Andy Weir is fabulous. I still wasn’t settled enough to read Oathbringer. So I returned to witches and vampires. I’m reading the second in a series by Deborah Harkness, titled Shadow of Night. I’m able to focus and am enjoying the series immensely. I love reading about these creatures, and the fascinatingly different ways people write of them.
Fortunately, I’ll be ready to devour Oathbringer when I get home. I’m enjoying our time in Denver, despite crashing today. I’m going to watch more footage of Stevie Nicks on her latest tour next. The one I saw earlier began my journey back to calmness. She told the audience to go after our dreams, after pointing out how long she worked to make hers a reality. She gave specific examples of things we should do, (which floored me.) I know this sounds literally fantastic, but she told me to write the book. So I’m going to do just that. 💜