Yeah, that whole “46 is the year of health crap” last month? Yeah…… Not two weeks later Covid finally caught up with the household, because why would I be able to NOT get sick this year? I’m beyond cranky about this, for many reasons, but most of all because I was hoping to get a bunch of work done and ready to go by October 1 and well, here I am, trying to figure out how to work around what I’m really hoping is not the CFS variant of Long Covid and that it will clear out soon, with a whole lot of work to do.

I’d like to say I spent my time laid up on the couch thinking about grand plans and whatnot, but in reality I spent most of it trying to stay hydrated while wearing a mask most of the time (we can’t isolate from the cats, so we had to do our best to not get them sick) and playing many hours of Stardew Valley. After that, it’s been getting the house cleaned back up and getting caught up on all the winterizing things that should have been done weeks ago, since, well, winter is coming and all that.

I haven’t been completely ignoring work, though. I have some linocut print making materials and lots of notes for Auntie Yaga’s Home For Wayward Monsters (who knew that running really high fevers for a few days would result in breaking through a creative block?), and decisions were made about formally learning to do something I’ve haphazardly poked at since I was a kid, and THAT one I’m really excited about, since it also requires me to get outside regularly (a problem with this year has been being stuck in the house too much).

One of my favorite artists, Rima Staines, recently posted about participating in a class with Caroline Ross, who wrote a book on making pigments and inks from natural items. I’ve often made makeshift pigments and inks since I was little, but they’ve always been very rudimentary and ephemeral, so they don’t show up in anything I post. However, I’ve been wanting to get more proactive about it, and learn to do it properly for many years, and honestly, my soul is telling me that now is the time to do it. So I ordered the book and am looking forward to sitting down with it later on.

Here’s hoping that the health crap is finally done sitting on me for a while!

Welp, given that Twitter has not only changed it’s ToS to blatantly state that using the site is permission to have your stuff used in AI training and biometric data collection, but has formally gone Full-Blown Nazi Bar and I have no interest in sipping drinks beside fucking nazis, I’m officially done using the site. I haven’t deactivated my account, because I’m still using it to get invite codes to folks for Bluesky as I get them, but once I’ve rescued everyone I can, I’m putting the chairs up, turning the lights off, and locking the door.

I hate it. I’ve met some amazing folks through Twitter over the last 14 years, people that I talked to nearly every day, and losing that sucks. It sucks as a person whose business is heavily online-based to lose the major platform that let me exist in the weird little liminal niche that I occupy. I hate watching a community that I’ve been a part of for more than a decade be destroyed by other people. I hate what it’s been turned into more.

So sick of shitty people.

Not dead! I think? Maybe?

46 is apparently the age where my health goes completely to shit. Or I could have turned out to have a bizarre problem where I discovered that my ability to feed myself like a normal mammal was way more screwed up than I realized and oh, hey, did you know that there’s a weird spot in under-eating where you can be below your recommended caloric intake and actually gain weight instead? Surprise! Guess who’s working on learning how to eat properly and consistently, for the first time in her life! (No, none of this is intentional or based in mental health…I’m just really not food-motivated, for all that I like good food, and have a bad habit of forgetting to eat meals pretty regularly. I have healthy snacks stashed everywhere now, and timers, and a logbook to make sure that I get enough calories into me.) It’s been about a week now, and I have to say that it’s really rude of biology to point out that it works better when it’s being properly fueled.

It also turns out that your brain doesn’t work too well when you’re not fueling things enough, so it’s been getting easier to think and have a scrap of executive function from time to time. I know, weird, right? Still taking it easy for a bit, because this is going to take some time (this was figured out because I ended up at the ER a couple of times with seemingly random health issues the week before last, and Things Were Realized). I didn’t get here overnight, either, but I’ll get there.

On the art front, to quote my Irish ancestry, “Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and all the saints…”

You want to know what’s SUPER FUCKING DEMORALIZING? Having every realistically useful site that you can possibly use to showcase your art/writing/whatever blatantly state that by using the site you are required to give them permission to train their fucking AI with your work and do whatever they want with it and they don’t have to compensate or credit you, they’re just gonna take it. It sucks having to choose between handing your work to thieves or giving up, tossing all of your stuff into the dumpster, and going back to the jobs that nearly killed you. It sucks watching creators in your sphere giving up because the algorithms have strangled everything so badly that they can’t get enough visibility for their work. It sucks having to read, over and over again, how you should be grateful for theft and scraps because something something weird religious ideas about deities and art being a divine gift and not something that you busted your ass to learn to do.

I mean, I’m still going to do it anyway, because I’d rather be demoralized than dead from stress, but it still sucks. After I get a snack, though. I’m not dealing with this shit on an empty stomach.

I am a packrat. Yeah, sure, it’s a learned behavior/survival trait from a lifetime of being poor, but whatever. The upshot is that I have to work at not hanging onto things that are not being used or taking up space. So I periodically make myself go through things and konmari them. Is an item actually likely to ever be useful, and does it spark joy? If the answer is no, they get thanked for their service and get sent on their way. It works pretty well.

Most of the time.

Sadly, I’m also almost certainly wildly ADHD, and tend to move in cyclical patterns, which means sometimes I get rid of things that I later find I actually do need, I just got them too soon, and now I have to go buy them again.

Guess who just had to go out and get all new mixed media inking materials *again*

On the other hand, the fracturing of social media and the increasing problems with AI have been good for one thing. It’s lighting a fire under me to focus myself better and work on building what I originally set out to build so many years ago.

Newford, here I come.

August decided to come in like October this year and the cool nights and crisp breezes are making me think fondly of pumpkin lamps, hot cider, candy corn, and ghost stories. The fact that this year has spent a lot of time smelling like wood smoke is probably also contributing a lot to my longing for autumn.

It’s also making me extremely restless. I find myself scrolling used RV and van listings and camp furniture and wondering (again) how to go about getting all the things I would need to get Tricksters Road *on* the road. Or at very least how to do something similar on a smaller, more local scale. The fact that the Rav4 is reaching That Time of its life, where I have to start thinking about replacing it sooner than later, is part of it, I suppose. When I’d originally got it, I was planning to convert it more for being able to basically live out of it for a couple of days, but the meat suit decided that that option wasn’t an option anymore. Nowadays I’m looking more for something I can use as a mobile studio, while staying in a hotel or B&B. Not as cost effective, but vastly less painful.

I remain adamantly of the opinion that it should be October year-round.

RaigeMage shared a link to this delightful person who made the cool-ass badge that’s now floating in the corner of the site. Well, I loved it, and added it (because fuck AI), and then tossed a couple of bucks at their Ko-fi. Checked out their other stuff while I was poking around, and there’s some really nice art.

Also, yeah, seriously, fuck AI and fuck anyone who thinks that supporting art theft is cool. Human artists all the way around here.

I keep trying to write a post but then Things keep happening and now oh gods there’s too much…

Remember those turtles from the last post? Yeah, so not four days after I wrote that, I found myself in the ER in the middle of the night, hooked up to monitors, getting my blood checked to see if I was having a heart attack. Thankfully it wasn’t but, as it turns out, it was very like an early warning shot of

*insert drum roll*

Shingles. On my face and around my left eye. Did you know that this is one of the most dangerous places to get shingles and requires a grueling medication schedule for weeks in the hopes that you don’t lose the sight in the eye that it’s around? Well, now you do. (Side note: it is possible, however, to get shingles and not have it be screaming agony, which is also a thing more folks should probably know. The itching is still A Lot, and it is so gross, but it’s better than pain.)

-10,000 stars, do NOT recommend.

Still, a bit over a month later, the rash is gone, the weapons-grade itching (like poison ivy on steroids) is mostly cleared out, and I’m able to wear my glasses full-time again. Still have some mild neuralgia, tire easily, and have some new and exciting scarring on my face but, most importantly, I still have use of both eyes. Or at least as much as I had before, at any rate. Thank gods. Getting shingles on your face has a high risk of it also showing up on/in your eye or developing a secondary infection, which can cause you to go blind. Happily I avoided that, but it was *very* close, and involved a pretty grueling medication schedule for several weeks to pull it off.

I’m definitely making some major lifestyle changes, because this last month has been a helluva wake-up call that I need to start taking much better care of myself. Listening to the turtles, dammit. Hydrating and sleeping more. Getting outside when I can. Taking my vitamins and adding more healthy foods into my day. Setting aside time to just relax and exist for a bit. Remembering that wearing a headscarf mitigates a lot of the neuralgia and learning ways to wrap them.

So yeah, still here. Not dead or blind. Working on building healthier way to do things. Got a new little drawing done and up in the shop, and back to working on getting the studio set up to do my own stickers. Trying to navigate the ever-increasing dysfunctions that are the social media sites these days, and looking at ways to start existing in meatspace more, despite the fact that I live in an area that makes that really hard. Hell, trying to figure out what a meatspace existence looks like for my kind of work in the first place.

Always an adventure…