Very slow and covered in cats

Okay.

I blogged from 2000-2007. I learned how to take selfies pre-smartphone. It put me in good stead for how to manage one's public voice *before* the tsunami of social media crashed over us all.

Now in 2018, I have officially gotten fed up with the disingenuousness of big budget, art-directed-to-the-hilt posts trying to sound all cas(ual).

In my workshops (online and in-person), we talk of the Inner Critic and the wise words of "don't compare your insides to someone else's outsides." The Inner Critic is a useless brat. But when they convince you that so-and-so's social media post = that person's reality? That's flat out destructive.

I know, I know I frame/edit/tweak my stuff before I share it. Don't assume my life is polished. Or anything near perfect. My slow ass is starting my week at the dining table making notes until my computer ran out of juice. I think the one power cord is at the studio. I have no idea where the other one is.

I have badly-timed zits on my face. (Are they ever well timed?) I am huddled under a blanket with a candle lit and the fireplace DVD going to trick myself into warmth. I love my home, but it has radiant heat from the ceiling which is just stoopid. And expensive enough that I light candles and play fireplace DVDs and use electric blankets.

The cats were fighting over who got to sit on me. I have to pee but I don't want to disturb them.

I take notes on my beloved index cards. Download videos off my camera.

My endless cycle:

1. Feel foggy

2. Click into idea mode

3. Come up with some great ideas

4. Get amped up

5. Crash into a wall of overwhelm

5b. THERE IS SO MUCH TO DO

6. Disengage

Rinse, repeat.

That's how a lot of work gets done at Loosetooth.com HQ. Very slowly and covered in cats.