Tues. Jan. 8, 2019: Please, Just Let Me Rest

Tuesday, January 8, 2019
Waxing Moon
No Retrogrades

I’d forgotten what it feels like not to have retrogrades.

Hop on over to A Biblio Paradise for my take on “The Book Boyfriend Dilemma.”

Busy few days, and it was a little overwhelming. Friday morning was stressful with a client, then I had some errands in the afternoon. I ended up buying some clothes to freshen up my wardrobe, some pants and skirts. I need to have a bit more of a polished look this year.

When I’m writing at home, I can wear whatever I want (usually yoga clothes, never pajamas. I can’t write in pajamas). But when I actually have to leave the house, I need and want to look professional, even if it’s not to a formal meeting.

The Goddess Provisions box arrived on Friday, a day early, so that was a fun treat.

Saturday morning, I had errands — and wound up doing more clothes shopping — more pants and a few jackets. So I’m all set for the coming season.

Got two sets of notes on the radio play — which they claim they originally sent early in December, and I never received them. I had a conversation months ago, when they claimed they’d sent me something and I had never received it, which is why they didn’t get a response — if I don’t respond in 2-3 business days, it means I didn’t get it, and please follow up. I can’t respond if I don’t know they need something. Which they did not do, again. Now, they want a new draft in a little over two weeks. When I should have had seven.

I’m all signed up for a conference at which I’m a presenter — the schedule hasn’t officially been released yet, so I can’t give out the details. I will, as soon as I get the okay. Got a pitch for another radio play out (to a different company).

Started taking down the decorations. It took me a month to get them up; I don’t know why I thought I could get them down in an afternoon. And I used enough florists’ wire to build a small city.

Got some writing done, and some work on galleys. Not enough, I’m behind, and it frustrates me.

Got yet more contradictory information on my health insurance. I now have four sets of documents, all which contradict each other. I’m turning the whole mess over to Elizabeth Warren’s office. Don’t ever believe the marketing crap that health coverage in the state of Massachusetts works. It shouldn’t cost me several hundred dollars in repeatedly having to send documents via certified mail (which they always claim they never received, even when I have proof) and dozens of lost work hours every year to sign up for health coverage — all with the threat that I’ll have to pay a fine WHEN THEY SCREW IT UP EVERY SINGLE TIME.

Single payer. Anything else is just stupid.

Exhausted on Sunday. Had trouble getting going. Working on finishing up a book for review. Had to do some client work that I couldn’t get finished last week, and which had to be done by Monday.

Worked on taking down decorations. Still not done. The tree only has lights left on it, but it will be another day or two before I can get them off and take the tree apart. I haven’t even stripped the tree in my office of ornaments yet.

I’m just unbelievably exhausted, and don’t see any option for rest coming up. It’s not about sleep. It’s about rest.

Sunday night was a fancy dress party. The reason I’d been shopping earlier in the weekend was to find a dress for this party. I didn’t find one, although I found pieces to freshen my wardrobe. But it turns out that I could fit into my favorite navy blue velvet evening gown. I paired it with my new blue suede pumps, thigh-high stockings (I’m sticking to my resolution not to wear pantyhose anymore), a multi-colored velvet wrap, elbow-length red velvet gloves, and I had my hair up with a tiara. I was pretty pleased with the effect.

The party was fun. It was at a restaurant in Hyannis. There was live music, a dance floor. I had a few glasses of Prosecco, danced, talked to people I knew and didn’t.

When I got home, I changed into pajamas and made scrambled eggs and ham for a late, light supper.

Monday was spent in client work, a couple of other appointments, and then a new meditation class. I desperately, desperately needed it.

I was exhausted when I woke up on Monday, but proud of myself for sticking to the weight training. I do the weights before I do yoga, and that works much better. I used to do it the other way around, and it didn’t work.

My printer is acting up – just when I have A LOT that needs to be done in the next few days. I’m trying to replace the drum and hope that solves it; otherwise, I have to buy a new printer.

With a client today and tomorrow. Thursday, I start digging into the radio script revisions, and focus on some of the other writing.

Usually, even when I’m too tired to physically write much, I can work out plot points and story themes. But I’m so physically and mentally spent that I can’t even string two silent thoughts together. It’s very hard to be vocally coherent with clients.

And maybe, MAYBE this coming weekend, I can get some rest.

I’m going to figure out where I can take a few days off, either later this month, or early next month.

I still have two books coming out quickly that need to be marketed; and get back in the groove of GRAVE REACH, which comes out near the end of the year. And the plays. This year is about a lot of scripts.

I also have to get the registration of the websites shifted over to Name Silo. That means the sites will probably go down for a bit, as 1&1 tries to sabotage the transfer. But I’m happy with A2 as my host, and I want Name Silo to hold the registration. I want to finally be free of 1&1 for good. I wish I’d had the courage and the knowledge to leave them years ago. It’s cost me thousands of dollars in lost revenue.

But most of all, most of all, I am desperate for some rest.

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Wed. Jan. 24, 2018: Web Host Hell

Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Waxing Moon
Cloudy and colder

Sorry I didn’t blog yesterday or earlier today.

I’ve been in Web Host Hell.

I wrote about it, 5K worth, that I will either turn into an article or a series of posts here, once everything is settled.

The short version is that Green Geeks reneged on the promises made in writing that were a condition of signing with them. After spending TWENTY SIX HOURS of hell with them over the weekend, getting contradictory information and information that didn’t work, I stopped the domain transfer of the Fearless Ink site (which had failed the first time anyway) and cancelled my account with them. The kicker was getting an email from tech support stating it “wasn’t their job” to give me tech support. WTF??? When I vented on social media, their social media person told me to DM them, but of course, their account is not set up to receive DMs. Social media massage so they look like they’re providing the service they refused to provide. I was with them for twelve days, well within the 30-day-money-back-guarantee period. But they’re not giving me a full refund. They’re keeping part of it as a “set-up” fee. Supposedly, the balance will be returned by tomorrow or Friday. I have my doubts. How much do you want to bet I’ll have to contact the Attorney General’s office to get my money back?

Going with them would have been going from an already bad situation to a worse one, and not being able to get out. I dug deeper and found bad reviews that hadn’t turned up in my initial research. More bad than good, especially when it came to tech support or to moving off them when they proved untrustworthy.

In a bout of Stockholm Syndrome, I asked my current host about switching to their WP platform. I figured hey, stay with them another quarter, build on WP, do more research, and THEN move. At first, hey, sure, here are the directions and so forth and so on. Then, I get another email stating that the Microsoft Platform to which they moved me from the Linux platform WITHOUT MY PERMISSION doesn’t support Word Press, and I have to move back to the Linux Platform (with its fee), and will lose ALL SEVEN SITES AT ONCE. I can’t build and move, build and move. Everything goes dark. I can’t build fast enough to make the downtime make sense. I don’t have the skills. On top of that, they started trying to make unauthorized payment pulls from my account, even though my invoice for the next quarter isn’t due for another two weeks.

I’ll have to cough up another quarter’s fees, but I can’t stay with them long term.

Before I cancelled with GreenGeeks, I backed up the new material I’d created for the Fearless Ink site. Although I can’t post any images or downloadable content, at least I updated the services and moved a few things around. I can’t add the new logo.

I’ve been in talks with a couple of other hosts. Host Gator has come recommended, but they don’t respond to my requests for information, so how can I trust them? Dream Host seems decent enough, but, if I interpret the answers to my questions, they won’t help me set up the WP for multiple domains. They have the capacity to run them, but won’t tell me how to set it up. A2 has been helpful in our discussions, and has asked thoughtful questions in return. So I don’t know what to do.

I contacted a colleague who is tech savvy and builds sites to see if I can hire her for a consult.

Every day I stay on my current host, I lose the ability to market my books, which means losing readers and losing income. At the same time, if I make a decision out of panic, I’ll end up worse off than I am now.

In the meantime, I’ve tried to stay on track with THE SPIRIT REPOSITORY, whose deadline is coming up fast. I’ve kept up with client work. I’ve kept up with my reviewing duties. I’m reading contest entries. I’ve been sick as can be, and having trouble getting well, because of the stress with the Web Host situation. I’ve been purging boxes and unnecessary stuff from the basement — slowly, but it’s happening.

I haven’t sent out many LOIs this month, which is bad. That’s going to bite me in the butt down the line. There are other opportunities I wanted to take advantage of that I’m also missing.

All because Web Hosts lie.

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