Friday follies: Live from the brake shop

This blog post comes to you from a Midas brake shop in Fontana, CA, where I’m waiting for someone to take a look at the squealing brakes on Bridget, my adorable family car (she’s a Honda Fit, so really her whole name is Bridget Fonda the Honda — all of our cars have had names, and all the Hondas have been named after members of the Fonda family).

I’m sitting in a fairly comfy chair, I’ve plugged in my laptop, and there’s actually a decent wireless connection. I’ve worked in worse places, so I’m pretty happy at the moment.

Normally I’d be reading a book at a time like this, but the internet connection at my house isn’t working, so I’m grabbing all the online time I can.

See, we had a super-apocalyptic version of one of our normal fall Santa Ana windstorms on Wednesday night, and at 4:30am the power went out for thousands of people in our area. After a 15-hour outage, power blinked back on at about 7:30pm on Thursday. Hallelujah! We could cook! Bathe in hot water! Watch television!

I secretly was hoping we’d have to have a completely candlelit evening, though. I love candles.

Except that the router wasn’t picking up an internet connection. So after trying the various reset-restart-reboot operations, and spending 45 minutes on the phone with Verizon tech support, I learned that we’d need a new router. Which Verizon was happy to ship to us at no charge.

So I’m without internet until Monday.

(I did try to arrange to pick up a new router from a local Verizon store, but that turned into a scavenger hunt game of chase-down-the-right-phone-number and then take-a-number-and-wait-in-line-in-the-store-where-they’re showing-Secretariat-on-TV (I haven’t seen the movie yet! Spoiler alert: HE WON THE TRIPLE CROWN!! Then I got to see what I think was the first 10 minutes of the Karate Kid remake, featuring Jackie Chan eating noodles with chopsticks) and then leave-before-my-number-got-called-because-I-can’t-miss-my-brake-appointment…)

This is an interesting situation.

I had to reschedule a client call, and of course all my client work is being delayed, because working on live websites requires being connected to the internet.

There is non-online work I can be doing, of course — planning, writing, filing, organizing, etc. But the actual work, the part where I run backups and install plugins and publish blog posts and tweak sales pages? Can’t be done without an internet connection.

So it is fascinating to notice that part of my reaction is logical and sensible because the majority of what I do requires being online. And that another part is the jittery, twitchy, impending delirium tremens of internet withdrawal.

Of course I never considered myself addicted until I couldn’t get my fix.

And then it was a surprisingly short time until I caught myself thinking ridiculous nonsensical things like I can’t learn anything! and then doing weird things like booting up my laptop in the brake shop. Kinda like your alcoholic uncle rifling through the fridge and downing a jar of maraschino cherries with a chaser of vanilla extract.

This “unplugging” thing people talk of? I don’t really do it. I work at home and my computer is always on, always connected.

That advice to batch email checking and only do it once or twice a day? Never thought it applied to me.

I never thought I suffered from Internet hangovers because I’m never offline long enough to get the shakes.

So this weekend will be an interesting experiment.

Remaining conscious and noticing what’s going on will be key.

I don’t know how I’ll feel about it — I’ll have to experience it first. Right now I’m OK, but of course I’m still online, and that’s about to change.

Have you ever tried an experiment with batching email, limiting internet access, or intentionally unplugging? How did it go for you? What did you notice? I’d love to hear about it in the comments (but I may not reply until Monday!!).

TGIF and backwards weekends

It’s Friday. TGIF time. Corporate drones are getting ready to kick back with margaritas, radio stations are queuing up “Bang the drum all day” for afternoon drive-time, and emails are getting signed with “have a great weekend!”

As for patently unemployable me, I’m battening down the hatches and planning survival strategies for the weekend.

I’ve long felt that I treat weekends and weekdays “backwards” from the way the rest of the world does it. Partly because I’m an introvert and HSP, partly because I run my own business, partly because I have kids.

Here’s what “backwards weekends” look like for me: My work time (weekdays while the kids are in school and the Professor is at his day job) is my creative time, my moneymaking time, my online-socializing time, my marketing time, MY time. I get to throw myself fully into my best work and my online world(s) while I have the house to myself. And I love it and need it.

Sure, sometimes I hate it too (when I’m overcommitted, or overwhelmed, or spinning my mental wheels…). But I get to create and work to my own rhythms (and in whatever clothes or lack thereof I feel like).

Then the kids come home and I want to be fully present for them, so MY time officially ends (even if I am still trying to finish stuff on my computer while they’re in the next room). And on the weekends, EVERYONE IS HOME ALL DAY. By Sunday evening, I am really really ready for everyone to be gone and leave me alone to do MY work again.

So sometimes I feel like a curmudgeon and a bad mother (long weekends, for example. And ohmygod it’s almost Christmas vacation and I’m frankly dreading it). But sometimes I don’t. And mostly it’s OK.

And then sometimes there are weeks like this one.

Monday night both kids were throwing up all night. Which meant the Professor and I were up too, soothing children and putting extra loads of laundry in.

Tuesday they stayed home from school and I spent the day monitoring input and output of a non-HTML variety, finishing up the extra laundry, and scrubbing the toilets. Brief escapes to Twitter and a generous post-shower slather of Aardvark Essentials Second Wind potion kept me sane.

Wednesday they went back to school, which was a relief because I was prepping for a Really Important Meeting and collecting beta-tester feedback for my next product (if your ears just pricked up, you may want to sign up for my Invitation List). But halfway through the day, the school called to tell me my son had broken out in hives, so I rushed to pick him up, get him home and into a baking-soda bath and dosed with Benadryl. I still don’t know what caused it (he’s never been allergic to anything as far as I can tell).

Thursday, shortly after they went to school, it became painfully clear that I was getting sick, so I dosed myself up with acetominophen and bismuth, took a nap, and was completely useless for the entire rest of the day, feebly sipping my Sprite and gingerly chewing my crackers.

And today, Friday, TGIF to the rest of the world, is a National Holiday. Both of my now-perfectly healthy kids are lounging around reading and playing computer games while I write this. I’m hoping I won’t get any sicker before I get weller, and oh joy, I just discovered the toilet in the hall bathroom is leaking.

So, yeah. This weekend is going to be one of the hard ones.

Would I rather be a corporate drone, though, looking forward to a work-free weekend? Don’t make me laugh too hard, please. If I had a “regular job,” I would have had to take at least two and a half days off this week, a week that only had four workdays to begin with. So I’d be just as behind, down three sick days, and hoping I’m not about to be downsized.

Nope, I’ll take the life I’ve chosen, backwards weekends and all. I’m allowed to be grumpy about it sometimes, because most of the time I love it to pieces.

What about you? If you’re running your own business (and that definitely includes part-time freelancing and other side-hustles), how do you treat your workdays and weekends?

Image by pvera on Flickr, used under a Creative Commons ShareAlike License

My dear sweet website,

I made you some new clothes, see?

Actually, I had quite a lot of help with that. From people who are way better at design-type stuff than me.

I know there are still broken links to fix, and widgets to spiff up, and maybe a few buttons to sew on…and that’s OK. There will always be things to play with, and I feel really happy about that. Don’t you?

There were some parts of you that were weighing us both down, so I trimmed a little too. On the web, there’s always room for more new and wonderful things, and I have so many new and wonderful things planned for both of us.

F’rinstance, the process I went through to make these clothes and get ready to show them to everyone? I’m going to teach that in a new ebook and teleclass, which is coming out on October 4. I’ll talk more about that tomorrow.

And I have more things planned for the next few months. More playing. More exploring.

Who wants to come with us, me and my website and I?

 

 

Hi! I have writer’s block.

So let’s be clear that this is not really a blog post. At all.

I have lots of drafts of blog posts (I was going to hyperbolize and say “more than I can count,” but since WordPress counts them for me, that would be totally untrue).

I have a series planned on how to do teleclasses, everything from figuring out how to call a conference line to delivering the edited audio file. I know this would be useful to lots of people. Plus it would allow me to look quite expert-ish.

I have lots of WordPress plugins to describe and review, ones I use daily and recommend. Should be easy, right?

I’ve got several questions-from-the-mailbag posts partway written. So yeah, even that trick of “pretend you’re writing to one person who asked you a question you can totally answer” isn’t working. Because if writing a blog post that actually is a direct answer to one person’s specific question won’t do it, what will?

I’ve even got some hey-I’m-a-real-person quirky-moment post ideas, like my recipe for pancakes, funny things my kids said, and observations on caring for a diabetic cat.

Yet I am sitting here writing about not being able to write those things. I might as well be clutching my fevered brow while dramatically flinging my other arm wide and uttering a profound lament about the precariousness of the human condition.

Plus I have a lingering cold that is proving hard to get rid of. Sniff.

No lesson here. No tidy wrap-up. No provocative “your turn” questions. Just some words in a blank white space, and then clicking a blue button called “publish.”

And then I think I will go eat some cake.

Happy writer’s block, everyone!