Updatey Thing

It’s Friday, and I’ll once again try the “Five Things Make A Post”, thing.

1. #dietgame on Twitter – for those who don’t know what #dietgame is, see my previous post on the subject. The weeks are from Monday to Sunday, and this Monday will start the final third of the twelve week round. REPEAT – MONDAY MAY 10th STARTS WEEK 9 of this round of #dietgame. For those who are playing, when you give your reports, you’re reporting on the previous week’s results. i.e. this week’s report is over how well you did or how badly you sucked LAST week. I have a spreadsheet with the reports listed, which I had to reformat today because it was getting too big. Rest assured I have it straightened out now, and some of you are SLACKING OFF BIGTIME. Just because I’m not around to kick your ass doesn’t give you any excuse to LOLLYGAG!

We get new players every round, so if you’re reading this and want to join, you’re welcome to start playing with us during any week. Just follow the rules and you’re on your way!

As for personal progress on #dietgame…let’s just say I’m nowhere near my goal. What muffins? They were on sale! And I gave the cake away! There was no way I was going to eat more than one tiny piece of that. Costco is so wasted on me.

Muffins aside, despite still being mostly good about my food choices, I’ve been backsliding/going the opposite way, which I intend to remedy immediately. Why am I backsliding, you ask? Well, that leads us to –

2. TMI – I’ve addressed TMI in one of my vlogs, and those who are familiar with my idiosyncrasies know that I’m not a real sharer-type. This is not to say that I don’t ask for help if I’m truly in need, but I generally don’t whine or even mention anything that goes on in my life that anyone could possibly offer sympathy for. There are exceptions to this. My animals, always, are an exception. The moment anything is wrong with my babies, I broadcast it. Things though like, say, a death in the family or major medical diagnosis or injury or whatever – those things I keep to myself. This is not to say that “when Dina is quiet you should start worrying”, because it’s not like that. I just don’t want people offering me their sympathies, which is why anyone would share something like a death in the family, right? To let people know they’re hurting and need comforting? Yeah, I don’t do that. I deal with things my way, and that’s, for the most part, alone.

And I like it that way.

I know, I get in a lot of shit for doing this. People, friends and family, get angry with me for dealing/coping with issues on my own/for leaving them out of the loop. “If you’d said something/if I’d known, I would have _____!”

Yeah. Exactly. That’s WHY I didn’t say anything, because I didn’t want them to respond at all, let alone like that.

I’m weird this way and I’m trying to be better about it. I’m fiercely independent, to a fault. To my own detriment, sometimes. I have a hard time handling compassion and compliments and nice things. Criticism? No problem. Criticize away. Insults? Go for it. I’m meaner than you are, I promise, and I’m secure in my existence. Tough I can handle. Compliments? Yeah…working on that.

What does that say about my psychological make-up, I wonder? Anyway, that’s fodder for a later ponder.


3. What does my mini-rant about TMI have to do with anything? Well, I’ve been busy. That’s the explanation. The fact that I’m even attempting to acknowledge that I haven’t been as around as I usually am shows actual concern and involvement on my part, I think. Rather than waiting for someone to eventually realize that I’m not up to my usual evil (and believe me, this gets noticed – I’m not sure this is a compliment. “Sure is quiet around here…wait…where’s Dina?”), I’m just posting it here. I’ve been busy. With what? TMI/personal stuff. I’ve said before, writers have lives. I have friends and family and concerns about bills and have to go grocery shopping and do laundry like everyone else, and sometimes “real” life gets in the way of online life.

Which brings me to –

4. “Real” vs. “online” life.

I’m one of these rare people that doesn’t have an “online persona”. Who I am online is exactly who you’ll see if you ever meet me. I make no bones about the fact that I’m rude, uncouth, tactless, and evil (mostly evil). I’m also (I will reluctantly admit before someone else calls me on it – you know who you are)…gah, I can’t even say it. All right! All right! I’m…kindofniceandlookoutforpeopleanddonatetothingsandcaresortofaboutcertainissues.

There. I said it. Before Skyla can accuse me of being all nice and stuff. I’m evil! EVIL I SAY!


But back to the subject. Real vs. online life. I realize that, while I do play a little more on the “evil” side of me a bit for laughs (it’s funny ’cause it’s true!), most people understand my evil sense of humor, and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that. I’ve “met” some really, really awesome people via Twitter and Facebook, and I’m constantly amazed at the power of both things.

There are “real people” behind those usernames. While that can be annoying at times, like with pirates and trolls, most are just genuine people out to make a connection with other genuine people. I wish more douchebags would keep that in mind when they post things that make them look like the douchebags they are.

Unless they’re going for that…I don’t know…

And finally –

5. Just because I’ve been busy does not mean I haven’t been writing. On the contrary. I’m working, just not on anything that has a publication date set. And speaking of publication, I don’t have anything new to share with you all at the moment. All Wounds is still out on submission, and the submission process can take a long time. Don’t give up hope! I’ll let those patiently waiting know what’s up the moment I have anything I can share with you.

For those on the mailing list, there’s a newsletter coming out soon, I promise. I’ll be vlogging soon too…as soon as I have something to vlog about. I can barely come up with five things to BLOG about. A vlog takes a little more thought and effort.

So that’s all I have for you for now.