I'm getting the hell out of here!

Squirt is clearly only tolerating my annoying urge to take pictures together.

Squirt is clearly only tolerating my annoying urge to take pictures together.

Tomorrow I’m getting out of the city and into the country and fresh air for three beautiful days. I’m ecstatic. I’m still unemployed, and all of the stress surrounding the whole situation has been making me yearn to just get out. As long as Noni still feels up to it after her chemo today, we’re leaving for the lake tomorrow morning, joining up with Aunt Wendy, going to Aunt Wendy’s graduation tomorrow night, and then coming home sometime Friday. I get three days all alone with my grandmother and aunt — something that will probably never happen again.

I haven’t yet decided whether I’m bringing my laptop to do some writing, but I’m bringing two of the books on my summer reading list. I really want to leave my laptop behind, but I haven’t done any writing in a few days, so I might bring it and my Sade On the Wall first draft and notes. I don’t know. There’s something appealing about getting away from my laptop for three days… and there’s also something appealing about using those three days to get started on that editing I’ve been meaning to do (and procrastinating).

So yeah, as long as Noni still feels up to it in the morning, we’re heading off! Her chemo went well today, though. They started her on a different chemo, since she was reacting badly to the other one. The first time she had her treatment, she fainted and got pretty banged up. She also had a lot of joint pain. The second time, she had joint pain again, I think, so her oncologist decided to try a different medication. This one was a shot instead of an IV drip like the other one, and she did well on it today. All of her blood work came back perfect, too, and she and the oncologist even think the tumor might be shrinking.

I do feel kind of bad that I’m leaving Mike for three days, because not only is he getting a root canal on Thursday, but he has never spent that much time with my family without me around. I hope it won’t be too awkward for him. I mean, I know he’s known them all for about five years and has been living here for almost a year, but I’m sure it’ll be a little different, at least. It would be for me. Then again, the only thing he’s said about the whole thing is that he wishes I was going to be around after he gets the root canal, for comfort purposes. He’ll be fine, of course, but I wouldn’t be me if a small part of me didn’t worry a little.

She didn't think this was funny.

She didn't think this was funny.

Aside from going away and being unable to find a job even though I’ve applied to several places, I started taking 25mg of Tramadol every day on 06/02 — almost two weeks ago — and since then, my pain has decreased to only a small twinge here or there. Most days, I’ve had no pain at all. It’s hard to tell whether this is the medication, or just a period of remission. Either way, I’m enjoying it. If, by the time I see my rheumatologist again in July, I’m still not having that much pain, I’m going to just assume it’s the medication. And then I’ll have to celebrate, because holy shit! This low dose of Tramadol doesn’t make me feel like I just smoked a bunch of pot! Of course, it’s not treating that annoying fatigue that hits me like an eighteen wheeler sometimes, but I can deal with that if I’m not also in pain.

She hates me.

She hates me.

I’ve also been doing a lot of stuff for Freaking Bookworm, partially to keep busy but mostly because I love it. I created a book review bloggers directory inspired by the book review vloggers directory that my book blogging buddy Liz created. I also wrote an article on why it’s a good thing that teens read YA, which got quite a few tweets and Facebook shares. (When I say “quite a few,” I mean it’s quite a few for my little book review blog. :D ) I also read and reviewed Witch Doctor #0 and Beat, and created a summer reading list. And, even though I am not ready to share this over on Freaking Bookworm, I landed my first interview with an author, and got accepted to write book reviews for Blog Critics, the sister site to Technorati (which is like Google to the blogosphere). I have a lot more reviews coming, but this is what I’ve been working on lately. So, even though I lost my Amazon store, things are still going really well, and I’m having a lot of fun with this. It would be the best job in the world if I could find a way to make a living off of it. I will, someday.

"Oh stupid human, are you done yet?"

"Oh stupid human, are you done yet?"

In unrelated news, I’m thinking about giving up personal blogging and focusing completely on book blogging. (I also have plans for another focused blog, as soon as I get back on my feet and can afford to spend the usually inexpensive $8.95 for a domain name. In the meantime, I’m setting up a WordPress.com blog to make sure I’m committed to the topic.) As much as I enjoy blogging, I just don’t see the point in publicly sharing my personal life and problems anymore. It used to be a way for me to vent, but I’m just starting to think of it as immature; I look back on many of my old posts and think, Why did I need to share that? I don’t see anything wrong with personal blogging in general, but I think I’m growing out of it. Don’t worry, though — you’ll never see me stop blogging! (Unless I die. But we’re not going to think about that. I like being alive.)

What’s new with you? I just caught up on blogs, but I still wanna know. Leave me a comment and catch me up!

The first blog post

Do you remember your first blog post? The first post is the hardest, I think. At least, it is for me now; if I were to start up a new blog this very moment, I’d be staring at the screen trying to figure out what to say.

My first blog ever was at Diaryland or something like that. I probably started it because my online friend Michi had one. I would have been twelve or thirteen, and I probably never wrote anything serious. I’ve tried to find that first blog, but it’s been ages, and I don’t even remember what my username would have been at the time. It would be simultaneously interesting and embarrassing to read those old entries!

At some point, I moved to LiveJournal. My cousin had one, so of course I had to have one, too. My first username was — are you ready for this? — stranglingivy. My first post was written on May 14th, 2004. I laugh now, because at the time, we all thought Squirt was a he; she was too little for us to tell. My poor baby!

I kept two more LiveJournals between then and when I bought PerpetualSmile.net and fell in love with WordPress. Sometimes I think about importing all of my old LJ posts, but I can’t decide. I kind of want to keep them forever, but there were times that I wrote openly and descriptively about my self-injury, and… I guess I’m just afraid of being judged. What do you think? Should I import my old LJ posts so that we can laugh at how silly they were, or should I leave them on LiveJournal and potentially let them get deleted?

Do you remember your first blog post? Comment here with the link if you have it!

Because I'm somewhere in between

I think I’m growing out of my “elizawhat” pseudonym. I bought elizabethkaylene.com a while back, and right now it’s redirecting to elizawhat.com… but I’m starting to think I want to move there. Permanently. After all, my name is Elizabeth Kaylene. And, if I moved there, it could also be my writing site (since elizabethbarone.com is taken and I’m not sure whether I want elizabethbarone.net). That being said, maybe I should just get elizabethbarone.net and use that for everything, or use elizabethkaylene.com for my personal blog, and elizabethbarone.net for my writing site.

I just know that I’m growing out of “elizawhat.” The thing that sucks is, my email, YouTube, Twitter, and Facebook are all “elizawhat.”

Ugh. I am so indecisive.

What are your thoughts?

An internet junkie reaches out

I’m been thinking about how much time I spend blogging, tweeting, being on Facebook, and reading other blogs. I’ve decided to set aside one day a week for all of this. If I did that, I’d have more time to get work done and more time to write, and I wouldn’t feel guilty. The truth is, I feel guilty enough that I don’t read blogs like I used to. I used to read blogs every single day. Now, I’m lucky if I get on every day.

I get awfully distracted during the day. I think, “I need to tweet this!”, or “I need to check Twitter to see if so-and-so replied to me about blahblahblah!”, “Let me check my email real quick!”, or “I need to blog this!” I use these things as a means to procrastinate. I do it without even meaning to. Before I know it, I’ve spent a half hour tweeting, twenty minutes blogging, another twenty minutes reading through Facebook, and another few minutes staring at my screen trying to figure out what I was doing before. I feel guilty that, in the hour or so I spent tweeting, blogging, and on Facebook, I could have been writing, or doing some work.

I’m far from lazy. I do get things done, but I know I could and should be getting more done.

It will be hard, but I need to stop letting these things distract me. I expect I’ll be jumping on now and then anyway, but I want to make Sunday my official “blogging and social time” day. I want to discipline myself not to jump on every few minutes to check something or say something. I want to have the kind of restraint where it can wait. I don’t want to be this attention deficit creature that spends every hour of every day trying to keep up with everything and yet getting distracted like the dog in Up.

This isn’t to say I’m not going to be around at all. I’m just going to try really hard to not be on constantly, every day. So, if you see me on Twitter dicking around, slap my digital hand.