Hey peeps, I just posted this to my blog. If you'd like me to post my blogs over here as a one-stop shop for all things E., lemme know in the comments. I'm sharing this one over here because it has some updates on NO HOME FOR BOYS and my life in general.
Future E. here: I swear there’s more to this post than me ranting about social media. If you couldn’t care less about that assholery, scroll down to the ***
April Fool’s Day (or is it April Fools Day because it’s not the fool’s possession, its just a day for fooling people, or is it fools’ day because there’s mutliple fools? Jaysus, I haven’t got a clue…) is a time for fun, so I updated a bit of silliness on my YouTube channel. That’ll be at the end of this post. I bring up the day because I assure you I’m not going to mess with you here. Today’s updates are real. But of course that’s what I would say if I wanted to fool you, so it’s whatever. Believe me or not, it’s Monday and I got updates, yo.
Last week I didn’t open Twitter between Monday and Friday. Felt great. But I’m not gonna harp on this holier-than-thou-I-can-do-without-social-media bullshit. It was hard. Every morning I both wanted to open Twitter and was grateful I didn’t have to. When I did come back on Saturday, I noticed I’d been blocked by two longtime friends. I wasn’t even HERE and I got blocked by TWO PEOPLE! [insert laughing his balls off emoji] One of them was a misunderstanding, the other was…well, who knows? They blocked me, meaning they don’t want me in their life. Why should I jump through hoops trying to find out why? Moving on…
My point here is, it doesn’t matter. Even if the first person had kept me blocked over a misunderstanding it wouldn’t have mattered. Affected me none. Had a mutual friend not emailed me then I just would’ve moved on. That would’ve been unfortunate because once again my name would be associated with drama that had nothing to do with me, because this person was very vocal about their accusations, even though they had just jumped to conclusions. And I mean jumped. Holy sit, they could’ve cleared the Grand Canyon, peeps, swear ‘fore God. Silliness. But that’s the nature of social media. When you don’t have to see someone at work, or home, or on the street, you can just block them and say whatever you want about them. I’ve done it, you’ve probably done it. Such is this pile of refuse we somehow have the stones to call “social” media. Is it any wonder anyone would want to be done with it all?
One final word on my social media presence and I’ll stop beating this dead horse. When I reopened Twitter on Saturday, even before trying to catch up with friends and finding I’d been blocked by some of the first people I wanted to check in with because I was worried about them (you can laugh at me; I would), my heart began to race. As soon as I typed Tw- into my web browser (I’ve deleted all social media apps from my devices; the only way I can check anything now is with my desktop, can I get an amen?) I felt anxiety creeping up. My browser auto-filled the rest -itter and my chest was off to the races. I knew, just fucking knew, that some drama was awaiting me, and there it was, big and bright with balls a’swinging.
Le motherfucking sigh…
Needless to say, I didn’t return on Sunday. Yes, I know I said I was going to, but I didn’t. I might not even go back this Sunday. It’s fucking cancer. If you’re even the slightest bit empathetic to your fellow humans’ struggles, the atmosphere of social media burrows and feeds. Stress kills, and I’m not down with getting murdered by digital information. Talk about a motherfucking virus…
I’m done ranting now, I promise. Let’s talk about shit that actually matters.
I finally finished some books! I read Your Life is Mine, by Nathan Ripley. It was one of my most-anticipated reads of 2019 and Nathan did not disappoint. Review for that one will be up tomorrow on YouTube. I also finished Becoming, by Michelle Obama, and wrote a tiny-ass review on Goodreads. I’ve grown to hate that place as well so I’m spending as little time there as possible. My apologies to those of you who miss my longer, in-depth reviews. I might start posting them here…I don’t know. I certainly don’t want GR drama following me…
Can you tell how undecided I am about all of this?
Anybody here like Fall Out Boy? I downloaded all their shit on Amazon last week and have been jamming to them while I write. I dig them very much. Always have. At some point I stopped listening to them and during that time they released like five albums. It’s been fun as hell catching up, though. I wonder who else I’ve slept on.
In gaming news, Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice has been destroying my ass since release day. I’m currently stuck on the flaming bull. (No spoilers or tips, please. I’m fine with being stuck as long as the game is fun, and Sekiro is definitely that.)
In publishing news, Lulu messed up my order of No Home for Boys. For whatever reason, an image that was there in the proof was missing from every copy of my massive order. I had to jump through hoops to prove to them that it was properly uploaded, but they finally gave me a credit, thank fuck. Had they not, I’d have been out almost a grand, or if you will, up Shit Creek without a paddle. I would’ve had to send out hundreds of pre-order and Patreon copies with a missing image, an image that’s important to the context of the story. Anyway, that didn’t happen. They gave me a credit, I ordered another proof, and that shipped Friday.
In positive publishing news, CRUELTY & JOY [Episode One] is ready to go. I’ll put in the order for that once I see the proof for No Home for Boy looks good. That way I can save on shipping by having them all shipped together. If No Home for Boys is a failure, I’ll order C&J without it, and ship those with the pre-ordered copies of Pennies for the Damned, which are here and awaiting shipping.
So yeah. That’s been my week. What’s been up with you? I love hearing from you guys. I read all comments, even if I don’t respond to them. I’m trying to spend less time online, so please don’t feel like I’m ignoring you. Leave a comment letting me know how you’re doing and what you’ve been up to. Think of it like we’re penpals. Remember those?
Take care of each other,