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The Best Laid Plans

So, yesterday I made my moving day post and mentioned that there might be a few kinks to work out yet. And then? As my backup/security service recommended, I did a thing to move the rest of my media library from the old place to my new place.

And everything broke. This site – the site I’d spent hours on for the last week – was poof! gone. And mysteriously redirecting to gazelleosncrack. Like amycissell.com no longer existed. I couldn’t log into the admin page, I couldn’t view it without getting redirected to the old site, and I couldn’t even see amycissell.com on my host’s backend. (heh.) Everything said gazellesoncrack and I was all “HEY! I AM TRYING TO LEAVE THAT PART OF MY LIFE BEHIND, MOTHERFUCKERS!”

My moving day post disappeared completely (and with it my first comment on this site from the incomparable Carla). My stats disappeared. All my small changes? Yep. You guessed it. Disappeared.

I sent so many emails and managed to keep my cool (most of the time) by reminding myself that even though I’m one week out from a book release, this was not the end of the world. After all, the website was still pointing somewhere! (Thanks meditation!)

Late last night, they fixed it. Mostly. It’s still a little janky and my stats are still gone, which is wicked depressing, because that was 11 years of statistics that I didn’t want to lose. (It makes me sad that I’ve only had 15 visitors to my website in ALL TIME.)

But, I think it’s mostly okay now?

(Based on the number of people I know who’ve had hitches in their physical moving experiences lately, I don’t know why I expected this to go smoothly.)

So, here we are. For real this time. Welcome. Feel free to bring me a site-warming gift. Preferably of wine. So much wine.

hahahahahaha – GUESS WHAT? I cannot upload new images. And my cpanel file manager has gone missing. Who even knows what’s going on anymore? Not me, that’s for damn sure.

Hopefully by the end of the week, we’ll be back to our regular schedule of book reviews, writing updates, occasional navel gazing, and a combo of angst and motivation.

In the meantime, enjoy this image that I uploaded at some point in history, since we can’t have new things here, even though “new” is totally the point, interwebs!!!!

Motivation Monday

I’m feeling pretty good about this upcoming week. I was in bed by 10:30 last night (which is my goal time), and although I didn’t get up when I was supposed to this morning (I got so little sleep Saturday night that my body tried to make up for it last night), I still got up, managed to get me and the bean off to school/work while remembering both of our lunches and my coffee (which I invariably forget either at home or in my car [I drive to Bean’s preschool and leave my car there while I take the bus into work]).

My “free gift with purchase of school pics” seemed kinda silly, but I love it. That little face.

Anyone who’s spent any time with me knows that I have a spreadsheet addiction problem passion. When I track my daily movement, I move more. Well, sometimes. May was the first month that I hit my average daily movement goals and I doubled my yoga classes for the year. I also started tracking my food again and for some reason, lost 3 lbs and (according to my smart scale) 5% body fat. It’s not as much as I would’ve liked (because really, I’d like to wake up tomorrow back to my 2009 marathon shape), but it’s certainly a start!

2008/2009 Amy

I’ve been reading a lot of self-help lately. Partially, because I think I can always be better, and partially because I’m trying to figure out how to reinstate good habits, make myself more efficient, and fix the parts of my personality that I’m less fond of. (I am motivated as all get out to do the things that are externally imposed – I will get my work done at my day job, and if one of my clients sends me an article to edit/proof, I will crank that shit out before you can say “I don’t need it until next week.” But my own stuff? Unless I’ve set a deadline with someone else, it doesn’t get done. Which is why that’s the first thing I did with my current editor. [Speaking of which…Colleen – I’m gonna need a new deadline for Eleanor #3.])

Indian khanda sword…

Speaking of Eleanor, I sent my final manuscript to my proofreader yesterday and the final blurb to my cover artist last night. I have the paperback wrap and all the graphics for the book done and ready to go! As a reminder, newsletter subscribers will get the cover reveal this week, and the public reveal will happen next week. Pre-order links will go up next week, too. (There may or may not also be an exciting contest announcement next week! Stay tuned!)

Have a great week, everyone! It’s publication month! Woo!

Eleanor is watching you.

Mayday! Mayday!

It’s the first day of May! It’s also the beginning of the second week of the jobby job! AND, I got edits back from editor extraordinaire last night, so I should have a fair amount of stuff to keep me busy.

I have some pretty big goals for this month. In a very particular order:

  1. Getting a handle on the new job. I want to end this month with a confidence level of over 50%. I think this is easily achievable. I just need to be able to dive in and do the work. (I’m replacing someone, so it’s a little awkward to dive in when she’s still here.)
  2. Finish edits on The Waning Moon and start getting it ready for publication. I’ve got a couple major areas to work on, and a month to do it, so I’m not too worried!
  3. Continue with rewrites of the (almost titled) third book in the Eleanor Morgan series. I’ve gone through once and now it’s time to add some material. Raj fans are going to enjoy this book, I think!
  4. Keep up the blogging schedule I’ve been on recently. I have book reviews scheduled for tomorrow, 5/16, and 5/30 (so if you have something you want me to review on the 9th or 23rd, now’s the time to shoot me a request!)
  5. Move more. Now that it’s more than 45 steps from my bedroom to my computer, my fitbit is looking a little less embarrassing. I’m going to hit a minimum of 8K steps/day every day this week and go running one time.
  6. Continue adjusting my sleep/wake schedule. I’d like to be back to a 4:45 am alarm on weekdays (so that I’m up, drinking coffee, and writing by 5).

All of these goals are achievable with a little bit of dedication on my part. It’s interesting: even with being tired from “getting up early” and “getting dressed” and “commuting to work,” I’m feeling more like myself than I’ve felt in…I don’t know how long. There’s just something magical about “earning money” and “color-coding my planner” and “adding quotation marks around random phrases” that makes me feel good.

My work days are still so empty! So much possibility here!


A Very Moving Experience

Today marks one week in my new house.

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I spent the early part of last week finalizing some packing (Monday), moving (Tuesday), and trying to find everything I packed because I didn’t label any boxes because I would totally remember what was where (Wednesday).

Tuesday morning, my new house looked like this:

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So empty and full of possibilities!

Tuesday afternoon, my house looked like this:

I live in a cardboard box labyrinth!

I live in a cardboard box labyrinth!

How is it possible that between Alvie and I we had this much stuff? And that this much stuff wasn’t enough so I had to purchase MORE stuff so that we would have a place to sleep (Bean), plates and bowls, and a place to sit (everyone).

He does love his new IKEA bed. And he owes me four hours of my life I'll never get back that I spent putting it together incorrectly.

He does love his new IKEA bed. And he owes me four hours of my life I’ll never get back that I spent putting it together incorrectly.

Now, one week in, there are still a lot of boxes in the house – although I am about 50% of my way through the unpacking (which means my front porch is now mostly boxes – I bet my new neighbors love me). It is starting to look more home-like.

The boxes have been artfully arranged to make it look like I'm making progress.

The boxes have been artfully arranged to make it look like I’m making progress.

My new place is pretty great. Alvie’s only spent a couple nights here so far (and only half of one night in that sweet bed that was put together through blood, sweat, tears, and a phone-a-friend), but he is pretty pleased so far. That’s probably more to do with the fact that he has new Legos here than anything else. He’s also pretty impressed that we have a bathroom. WITH A POTTY! He was pretty worried about that point.

To be honest, I’m pretty impressed with my bathroom, too.

OOPS! How'd that get in there?

OOPS! How’d that get in there?

I’m walking distance to the light rail, so on days I don’t drop off or pick up my adorable kidlet, I don’t even have to drive. Also, I spend my time waiting for MAX with this guy:

Paul Bunyan makes this South Dakota gal feel right at home, doncha know.

Paul Bunyan makes this South Dakota gal feel right at home, doncha know.

Overall, it’s a pretty big change – not so much in location (I moved about three miles), but a big life change. This is part of the #yearofme2016. Making me a priority and putting on my own oxygen mask before assisting others. I’m lucky that I’ve had so many friends to support me through the last few months and that one week in, I’ve already had visitors to come laugh and drink and have floor picnics with me.

It’s scary making changes, and I can’t say that I’m unequivocally pleased with the change in circumstance, but I am confident that this is the right thing for me and for Bean.

Toasting the new house with an extravagant bottle of bubbly. #40before40

Toasting the new house with an extravagant bottle of bubbly. #40before40

So here’s to change. Moving up and moving on. Here’s to me.



Navel Gazing Episode IV: A New Hope (That Will STILL Not Prevent the Death of Nearly 2 Billion Alderaanians)

So! I know you’ve missed my long, rambling blog posts on what I’m thinking and feeling and what it all meaaaaaaaannnnnnnsssss. Sorry ’bout that!

I have been half-assing my running lately. That may be understating it. It’s probably more like one-third-assing it. Running is hard. And it hurts. And I keep getting injured. Or lazy. Or both at the same time.

I keep making elaborate training plans (for marathons! And a 50K!) and then after missing one run, quitting running altogether, because seriously? Why am I doing this?

I talked to the architect about it this weekend (he loves my navel gazing almost as much as you do!). I developed a theory that I want to run races because peer pressure! A lot of my good friends are crazy racers. I know Iron(Wo)Men, and Half Ironers, multiple marathoners, ultra marathoners, single marathoners who continue to run all the time, and crazy cyclists. And there are a couple of people who fit into all of those categories at once!

So – my theory is that I only want to run races because everyone else does it. And then I feel badly about myself, because they are all fast! And dedicated! And I am not.

The architect reminded me that I’d run my first half marathon before I met any of these people, had done my first couple of trail races prior to them entering my life, met some of them at a workout class that we called Crazy Weights, and am so ridiculously goal oriented that I have my own gold star charts.

So, it turns out that I cannot blame my running on any of my friends. In fact, I started training for my first race the minute I moved to Portland (and had, in fact, signed up for it prior to moving), so this is all on me.

Next question, then. What do I do about all this?

I’ve decided to stop trying to run a long ways – at least for the next couple of months. My focus for August & September is a few very short runs each week, peppered with yoga, short weights sessions, and a bit of swimming.

But mostly? I am going to take a page from MizFit and work on having fun and playing.

The Bean is at an age where he wants to do everything that mama & Daddy do. If our food looks different, there is a problem. If I am going outside, then he’d better be going outside, too! If I have sunglasses and a necklace, then he wants one. And if I’m reading, so is he. He follows the architect around and helps in the kitchen (he likes to “empty the dishwasher,” and “throw measuring cups”).

I want him to see that I do things like run and work out for fun, and I want him to get an up close and personal in the fun as often as possible.

Am I his inspiration or vice versa?

Am I his inspiration or vice versa?

But secretly, I kinda also really, really want to finish a 50K. Without dying (or wishing I was dead). I’m looking at just over a year from now. Unless I quit running again next week.