Back in the day, when I wasn't seemingly exhausted all the time and could string semi-coherent sentences together to create interesting blog posts (no comment from the peanut gallery...), I would routinely put together chatty round-up style posts about what was going on in my life. Hey, you're reading a one-person blog here. Come for the narcissism, stay for the occasional romance novel reviews! So what's going on at the Bat Cave these days? Oh my, what isn't?
On top of this I just found out last week I've been tapped for a "leadership program." Which means - more work. I know this blog hasn't been a hotbed of scintillating content of late, and while I LOVE my new job and am SO HAPPY I made the switch a little over a year ago now.....
I'm exhausted. Not gonna lie. I'm going to try to not have the blog dip down to one post a week, but this fall? It could happen. Seriously. Busy, busy worker bee thy name is Wendy.
In light of my team imploding, I've taken to binge-watching Archer, an adult cartoon from the fine folks at FX. My Man got hooked on it while I was away at a conference this summer and when I got home I got sucked down the same rabbit hole. I've been binging via Amazon Prime and just started Season Four. Favorite episode so far? The Man From Jupiter from Season 3 which guest-stars Burt Reynolds. I loved everything about that episode.
latest Unusual Historicals post went up last week over at Heroes & Heartbreakers. A lot of Takes Place In England But Some Slightly Different Elements For A Change books. Also, an appearance from The Dark Ages and some American settings (including two westerns). Head on over and check out the shopping list.
I haven't been very active in my usual Romance Land haunts of late because I'm finding myself more easily irritated than usual. As in grabbing my computer monitor, shaking it senseless and sputtering, "Why?! Why?! WHY!?!?!?!?!?!?!" As I see it there are a few possible solutions to this conundrum for me:
1) I start writing scathing blog posts that would make Little Miss Crabby Pants blush and possibly alienate folks.
2) I swallow my irritation into a tight ball of rage and limit my time online for the sake of my own sanity.
3) I learn to let it go like everyone else seems to have done and instead write passive aggressive blog posts like this one. Oh...wait a second....
Given that my Real Life is very full at the moment, and I'm still struggling to find some sort of reading groove, it's just easier for me to take the easy way out and lurk on certain corners of the Interwebs for a while. Or, you know, just not visit at all. Otherwise we're back to Passive Aggressive Wendy, and Lord, even I don't like her.
New Orleans Bounty-Gate fiasco which I found so repugnant that it makes my brain hurt. Then there's the whole concussion thing. Then there's the domestic violence thing. Then there's the fact that I think the commissioner is a scumbag and I had to spend the whole off-season hearing about Tom Brady's deflated balls and honestly? Tom Brady is a scumbag (IMHO). So hearing about two scumbags fighting over deflated balls?
Yeah, I'm out.
On the bright side, maybe while My Man is watching football Wendy will actually get some reading done? Hey, anything is possible, right?
Lord, that was a big ol' pile of cranky. Let's blame the heat, shall we? The Bat Cave is located at the center of Hell at the moment, I'm convinced of it. Days on end of 100+ heat. As in, after dark - Wendy's going to bed - and it's still like 90 degrees outside. I'm completely and totally over it. And it's obviously making me a crankier crank than usual....which is just scary.