So, here it is, the post that I’ve been hinting at since early January. Remember when I said that pretty soon I’d need to take an official break to finish up editing for Volume 1 and get some personal things accomplished? Now we are to this time.
Will I still be around, checking in to see what all of you are up to, and making sure my social media notifications don’t rebel through lack of attention? Yeah. But I seriously need to take a mini-hiatus from blogging.
A lot of it — I’ll be perfectly honest — is the current climate we find ourselves in in this little sphere of online influence. Unfortunately, there have been many recent incidents involving book bloggers that are less than respectful, qualify as the opposite of pleasant, and really leave me scratching my head and wondering how it came to this.
When I started blogging, I was encouraged by how many supportive people came out of the void that surrounds our little contributions to the blogisphere or the social media forums. My corner here was never the subject of true hated-ness, though there were a few people I kept a close eye on for possible unfriendliness. Luckily nothing more than blocking certain individuals has ever been necessary.
However, this is not the case for some bloggers I know, and many on social media are receiving the brunt of people evidently forgetting to tell their kids, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” I’m all for open discussion, but I think if we want to consider ourselves living in an advanced civilization, we also need to recognize the vital qualities required for this concept to work, such as respect, level-headedness, and not stomping on a person’s whole self-worth just because they happened not to like your favorite book.
I’ve touched on this idea a fair amount lately, since there’s been a rash of very, very bad stuff happening close to my online vicinity, and quite frankly, it disturbs me. Some of the posts I read either outright concern me because of their extreme intolerance (bordering on cruelty), or because of the behavior they’re reporting. For the first time in the past 2 years, I’m beginning to wonder if I should cut back on my continued efforts to reach out to others on this platform.
Anyway, it makes me all the more grateful for those of you who do stand by me, even if there are things we may disagree on. And it does embolden me to return when I am ready and able.
This is another serious issue, though. Self-care has not been that high a priority for me in the last few weeks, and I am feeling the effects of it. Major feels. (Like seeing that final scene in Return of the King for the first time. Or when David Tennant left Doctor Who.) Just, physically.
Last week, I was plagued with headaches, fatigue, inability to sleep very well, and an intense ache in my side that only got more painful as the days went on. The desire to tackle my final edits for Volume 1 completely went away. Writers’ block set in for Volume 2. I inwardly shut down the idea of trying to do anything more exciting than sit on the couch and snuggle with Muffin (including cooking for myself or sometimes even taking a shower).
So, now that I know that I just can’t do it all right now — especially not when it seems every time I get on the internet, the world is ready to implode — I’m simply not going to attempt to do it all. This harsh, vitriolic environment greatly upsets me, and I don’t like that feeling. I want to focus on feeling good. Apparently I need to.
And I am very looking forward to getting Volume 1 moving forward again. To getting Muffin to these specialist appointments. To preparing for White Fang’s birthday and February break. To remembering where the hell I’m going with Volume 2.
Wish me luck. And I’ll be checking in now and then. I can’t completely go away from the little corner of joy I have here. Thank you so much, moths, truly.