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Back to our regularly scheduled programming…

Splatoon 3’s first official splatfest is happening this weekend. Truth be told, I’m not having much fun with it, so it will be a relief when it’s over.

The game was released less than a month ago, and they’re still working on fixing the bugs. To top it off, I’m pretty certain that there are cheaters running amok as well. (I’m not even going to mention the furries.) So, while I love the idea and look forward to future splatfests, I think the game needs a bit more time to mature.

The kids love watching me play, though. They say it’s hilarious. Ha ha.

Somehow, making all that peach jam feels like a huge disruption in retrospect. What was I doing before, and why can’t I remember it? Maybe it was food related — it is that time of the year.

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Peach Jam

I spent the last two days making A LOT of peach jam. Like … over 8 gallons of it.

It’s fun and delicious, but boy oh boy it sure wears a person out.

The kids were awesome helpers, and they all pitched in with peeling and pitting the peaches, even after it got tedious, and we treated ourselves with ice cream as our reward.

However, once it was time to start boiling water for canning and cooking the jam, I kicked all the kids out of the kitchen. I worry about accidents, and we had A LOT of peach jam to process. Like … over 8 gallons of it.

LOL.

Anyway, I’m exhausted right now.

But we won’t have to buy jam for a long, long time.

About Writing

The Creative Thinker

One of my big pet peeves is when people assume that all creative sorts are Feelers.

This, of course, comes on the heels of everyone assuming that all women are Feelers, and the bullying that’s levied against those that don’t fit the stereotypes. Ugh. (And don’t get me started on the attitude that Thinkers are actually repressed Feelers)

I’m a Thinker, and a writer.

I don’t use writing as a means to emotionally bleed out on paper. I also don’t get so emotionally attached to my characters that I have to shield them from bad things or hard decisions. I’m very capable of writing whether I’m happy or depressed.

I enjoy watching the stories unfold and exploring “what if” scenarios. Heck, I enjoy the entertainment value as well, and frequently indulge in “brain candy”.

While my approach and underlying reasons are different from Feelers, I’m still very much a Creative.

Of course, another one of my pet peeves is when people assume that all creative sorts follow certain political ideologies. Oh, so you’re calling for me to rise up and speak out? Well … you aren’t going to like what I have to say. 😛

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Recharging

I’ve been busy with mundane things, like getting a cavity filled at the dentist and going to a neighbor’s birthday party.

Ever since I let go of the expectation to have friends, socializing became a lot easier for me. Funny, really, but now I sit in the dentist chair and say whatever comes to mind, because I don’t feel any pressure to be likable. I can go to busy birthday parties and sit alone without feeling weird about it.

I never could get comfortable with scheduling play dates — they always felt so unnatural and forced.

I’m very much not everyone’s cup of tea. It took me a long time to realize that people were going to be offended by me no matter what, so I might as well own it.

Anyway, I still end up drained from interacting with people, so I’ve been recharging.

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Balancing Act

I’m trying to figure out my life.

Aren’t we all? XD

As it stands, after the kids go to bed, I’m too exhausted to do anything other than veg out on K-dramas. During the day, of course, I have children all up in my face so I can’t focus on anything.

But I needs mah fiction writing.

IDK

Naturally I’m saying all of this in the context of, “I’d rather live this way than not.” Today we took the kids out for a walk in the rain, and as I watched them splash in the puddles, I couldn’t help but think about how nice it is to have so many wonderful people in my life. I was an outcast while growing up, and now I have SEVEN besties — I’m practically an extrovert, lol.

Everything is going to be completely different in six months anyway, and I’ll eventually get my grove back. It’s just that, at the moment, I need everything to be more balanced than it is.

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Social Media

I found this to be an interesting video.

These days, creative sorts are essentially told that they cannot “succeed” without promoting themselves on social media. However, the crux is that the very nature of social media is toxic to creative minds, and is far more likely to kill artistic endeavors.

IE the comment section on that video.

I’m the sort that decided that my personal growth and expression through storytelling is more important than money or popularity. This blog is as close as I get to social media, and I personally don’t count it as such, because it’s mostly just me rambling at no one in particular. What can I say? I like the sound of crickets.

Not to mention, I’m rather limited on time, and I’d much rather spend it writing than on reading and replying to a boatload of comments. I’m introverted like that.

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Random

I just straight up forgot to post anything yesterday, so I guess I’ve hit the limit of what my mind can do, lol.

Yesterday ended up being a bummer because I was expecting something good, and it didn’t happen. So, you know, vague references and all that.

Totally random thought:

My first daughter went through a phase where she absolutely hated it when anyone tried to touch her hair. It was a battle just to get her hair brushed, and any attempts I made to style it were immediately yanked out, so I decided to let her be. This happened to coincide when I tried to socialize, and a lot of the other moms treated me like I was totally ignorant and/or lazy for not putting styles and bows in my daughter’s hair.

Meanies.

These days daughter #4 loves having her hair styled. She makes requests like, “I want two braids and two pigtails!” And I get to exercise my creativity in figuring out how to do what she wants in a way that looks cute. Sometimes I feel like I could start a youtube channel on the topic. Ha ha.

It’s been years since I’ve seen those judgmental meanies, but I’m sure they’re all on antidepressants by now.

Just because someone doesn’t do something, doesn’t mean that they can’t.

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Raccoons

The word on the street is that there’s been a surge in the local raccoon population this year.

Indeed, it has been something of a routine to sit out on the porch in the evening and watch the raccoons boldly saunter up the driveway to help themselves to our backyard. Heck, I even asked my husband to accompany me outside one night to finish up a chore, because I was worried about raccoons.

In the neighborhood discussions on what to do about this problem, there’s always that person who says, “Why can’t we live in harmony with the widdle animals?”

Because they kill chickens and cats, ravage gardens, damage property, and carry horrible diseases like rabies.

That’s why.

So, the conversation goes something like:

“Just don’t leave cat food out, so they won’t visit your property.”

“They’re also attracted to fruit trees and gardens.”

“My neighbor had her entire flock of chickens killed by raccoons who then tore their way into the crawl space of her house to build their nest, and it stinks to high heaven.”

“But the widdle animals!”

People who don’t have any real-world experience don’t understand that Nature isn’t a benevolent entity that wants to wrap us in a loving embrace of peace and harmony. Life is not a Disney movie.

But hey, maybe by the time winter rolls around, a few minds will realize what a raccoon infestation actually means.

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IRL

So … I haven’t been having the best time of it for the past few days. Between the toddler having a sour stomach, and someone else waking up early with a bloody nose (not to mention my bundle of joy that needs to nurse during the night), I’ve been feeling fairly … bleh.

I’m starting to fantasize about locking myself in my bedroom with a giant bag of candy. It would be so sinful. So devious. So fun. I can’t decide if I like Twix or Milky Way the best.

I tried to make a pot pie last night, only I couldn’t make the pie crust behave itself with rolling it out *so tired*. I ended up mashing it all to the bottom of the pan and baking it with tinfoil over the top instead. Ha ha. Tasted good anyway.

The kids have also decided that they love canned sardines. IDK.

Anyway

I’ll be in my room if you need me.