I’d finally sold a piece of writing. Someone had voluntarily, as far as I am aware, handed over money to read what I had written. Sure, it’s only a dollar but it qualifies and makes me an official selling author. I contacted the customer straight away and said thanks.
I started using Gumroad today and I put one of my favourite short stories up for sale, along with the awesome cover art I had commissioned for it without even knowing if I would use it.
Today I invaded a sports day at the local elementary school, because I could, and mainly because I’m friends with a mother or two. I haven’t been to one since I was at school and although they do them right through to senior high school here, and virtually unchanged in program, it was still fresh to me, since it had been so long.
So since I got my tooth extracted I’ve had some medicine to prevent germs and some painkillers. As I said before the pain isn’t that bad, it’s more like a niggling feeling than actual pain, but sometimes the psychological effect of it is constant and exhausting. So I decided to take some of the painkillers. They helped.
So today I had a wisdom tooth extracted and it’s been coming for a while, but I’ve been trying to ignore it because I’ve never had a tooth extracted before. I have memories of watching my sister have all of her wisdom teeth removed when I was maybe eight or nine.
I’ve had a tough couple of days sleep-wise, feeling totally exhausted throughout the day due to insomnia. So I’ve not got anything done all week and I feel bad for it, punishing myself like I have a choice. Classic me.
One problem I have had through out my entire time online is just how much there is to do and manage. If you’re a normal person (i.e. not an artist) I can imagine that it doesn’t matter if you are only on one social media and concentrate on that, but as an artist I feel I have to be in as many places as possible and be active on all of them to draw attention to my work.
I woke up today feeling invigorated and after a week or two of feeling at a loss and extremely unmotivated. I’ve lots of time while unemployed but I can’t concentrate on my writing because I’m oddly worried about when the food will run out.
So, as my Twitter followers will already know, and for that matter anyone who follows the hashtag #FuckYouTyphoon, I had a nice holiday during a typhoon period. Just to be clear, I had booked the holiday way in advance, before I knew the typhoon was coming, though I would understand if some of you thought I chose to go out in it. I just didn’t want to waste my money; here in Japan you are expected to go to work in a typhoon and you are expected to show up for reservations unless it is physically impossible to keep them – even then they will still argue that you owe them the money.
Yeah, so I did that, and I’ve been mulling over what to do about it for a while now. As followers will know, I applied for an online Master’s course in Creative Writing at the start of the year, but while they were in the process of deciding if they wanted me (let’s face it, they would have said yes) I got an email from them saying that they had cancelled the course
I told you I was freaky, baby. Last night was a relative cornucopia of freaky images in my head box. First I dreamt I was protecting a baby again (shut up, biological clock) only this time, I was on a beach and had to fight a giant octopus so we could sail our makeshift raft to safety.
Today there were two crazy people on the bus at the same time, when normally there is only one. I don’t know if the bus company made a mistake in their order and accidentally requested another crazy person without knowing that someone else had already filled the order, but there it is. I feel a…