Emotionally Drained – Physically not far Behind

It’s Thursday night, I’m laying in bed at 9 pm after working a 7 hour day, most of those spent chasing down tech support issues with Inmotion Hosting, Time Warner Cable and my credit union.

The last seven days or so have been a big pain in the ass and my whiny tone is reflective of my exhaustion on the rocks with a couple drams of hassle.  I’ve traveled about 2500 miles via car during that time, taken over 2500 pictures and managed to lose three business deals totaling a minimum of $2500 possibly as much as $2500 each.

The recurrence of the 2500 thing is just a coincidence and is true.

For those of you that are crazy enough to read my blog here, I thank you I guess.  Lately my writing probably hasn’t been as fun has been in the past.  I apologize, but then again I don’t.  I’ve been writing here recently basically to keep myself in some form of equilibrium.  I’m managing to maintain that, but it hasn’t been easy.

I’ve been helping a lot of people over the past few weeks.  That makes me feel good, and I enjoy what I do.  It has not been terribly profitable lately though.  I don’t help people for profit nor seeking gratitude.  In general, helping people is normally something that I do while I engage in my business as a writer, web designer and business developer.

Often times I help people I know, or friends and family.  I work for clients for a fee.  The work is often similar in either case, and most of my clients end up getting help (of the free variety) too before all is said and done.

I mention this tonight because I recently had some of my help thrown back in my face, dismissed and ignored despite the good that my help (in this case free help) had done for the person that received it.  My free help made some one a lot of money, I won’t be specific but it was more than $2500 in less than a week.  I received nothing for my help.  Didn’t ask for anything, and was very happy to give it.

Several months later, I instead received an insult.

That’s kind of sticking in my chaw tonight.

After trying to catch up on my sleep after all the travel I engaged in this week, catch up with my wife and kids, whom I haven’t seen much while I was helping other people, that insult is definitely sapping my energy a bit tonight.

I do not fault the person that served up the insult, but the lack of understanding behind the insult seems to grate the most.  So I’m writing about it, just a little bit to help put it behind me.  I intended to go running today, but didn’t quite get to it do to technial difficulties on the internet.

Tomorrow, I will not miss that opportunity.  I need to work off some of the mental frustration as well as the physical stress inherent with sitting in a car for four days, and sleeping in a cheap hotel on the side of the interstate.

Tomorrow, I also need to take my son to the doctor.  He seems to be coming down with a repiratory infection following a fever (non h1n1 fever) from a couple days ago.  There’s apparently a different virus going around that ultimately gives people bronchitis for a week or 3.  My youngest has it, and now my oldest has it.

I suspect I may even be getting it myself, but first we need to get him some antibiotics tomorrow and then see what happens next.

I’m also trying to put my crappy mood behind me as Halloween is coming in 2 days.  That’s an important and fun day for the kids, plus, it happens to be my anniversary.  This will be our 16th anniversary in fact.

I think we are going to go to Howl at the Moon in Charlotte after we take the kids trick or treating earlier in the evening.  I’ve been to a couple different piano bars and enjoyed the experience both times, but Becky hasn’t been before so I’m hoping its fun for her.

At this point, I think I’m going to leave off on this diatribe about nothing, and return to my book, Echo in the Bone by Diana Gabaldon.  I’m listening to it from Audible (not that I recommend Audible I do not, I just haven’t gotten around to cancelling my subscription with them).  The book is 1 more in the series of Scottish time travel escapades through the17 century with Claire and Jamie Fraser.

I’ve read all of the primary books in this series, but this one might be the longest, clocking in at 45 hours.  I’d summarize the plot, but at 36 hours in I haven’t found one yet.  Its more of a tail than a novel if that makes any sense.  I kind of feel the need to finish the damned thing (good book despite my mood and whining).

oh and speaking of books, Sunday kicks of NaNoWriMo.

This year, I’m going to publish my drafts on my blogs in their unpolished glory.  I’m doing this as self motivation to actually go back and edit and improve the damned things, which I didn’t do last year.  I finished the 50,000 words last year, but I never did anything with the book after that.  This year, I’m going to continue writing on the same tail that I left off last year, just drop another 50,000 words or better, but I’m going to publish the whole thing as a category here on There’s Something About Harry.