So this is 35

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So, today I turn 35.

It feels weird to even write that.  In my head, I vacillate somewhere between being mid-teens and mid-twenties.  I have these moments where I just kind of sit back and am totally surprised at the fact that I’m an actual adult, with degrees and a kid.

It’s just past midday and I have done pretty much nothing productive.  I will settle down and get some work done while the kidlet naps, though.  I have been attacked by a short story, and I have a deadline for the anthology I want to submit it to.  Not sure if I’ll make it, but I’m damn well going to try.

I haven’t been blogging much (especially here at the website) of late, because I’ve been pretty much in survival mode.  We discovered that one of the medications I’d been put on for my arthritis was damaging my liver.  I’ve been off it for almost a week now, and holy crap, I didn’t realise how awful it was making me feel.  It was helping the arthritis, but everything else was awful.  I need to get retested to see if my liver is bouncing back (which I think it is, bless that regenerative organ), and I shall never ever be touching that class of drugs again.  The good news is that I’ve been actually able to start exercising properly again, which also means that I’ve been sleeping decently without needing medication.  Huzzah!

Anyway, I am going to issue myself a challenge: to blog here every day for the next year.  Which means that there are probably going to be few long, involved posts (but I do hope to do some of those, too!).  I have a huge stack of blogging projects I want to tackle: more “Not a Reviews”, blogging reading my way through the Hugo shortlists, and more Her Words and Worlds (I also need to repost my Kirstyn McDermott version of this).  And there will hopefully be photos, and probably lots and lots of rambling.

On with the next year, I say.  I think it’s going to be a good one.