Thank you for all the kind words about the new book.  I am really proud of it.  If I was flippant when people offered compliments, it was only because my insider view of my life doesn’t sound like it matches the outsider view of my life.

When we only talk about accomplishments, you get a skewed view of who I am.  So, yes, I did work really hard on the book, but…

I dread writing pretty much on a daily basis.  I will put off actually getting down to work as long as possible, filing emails or reading blog posts, because writing is hard and I’m not really a fan of hard things.  The only thing that gets me working is a fear of running out of time in the workday and a healthy dose of berating myself.

On that note, I didn’t finish my PhD.  And I threw out all of my research about 13 years ago.  So it will never happen, and I’m okay with that.

I can’t tie my shoes.  I not only never mastered it as a kid, but I still can’t figure it out as an adult.  Even when the twins patiently sit with me and try to teach me.  When I need to tied a pair of shoes, I do so slowly, with bunny ears.  Most of the time, I slip my untied laces into my shoes and walk around with untied shoes.

I lie about how many popsicles I eat and hide the sticks in the bottom of the trash can.  I know in admitting this that Josh now knows, but I will continue to hide the sticks because I’m ashamed of my junk food jags.

I am a horrible flyer.  I pretty much plan my life around trying to get out of flying.

I think we’ve also established that I suck at getting and staying pregnant.  I also suck at carrying children to term.

Besides the popsicle consumption, there is nothing on this list that the people in my life don’t already know.  And that’s sort of the point.  We should have these healthy, well-rounded versions of our accomplishments and foibles.  But so many people only see the really good stuff online.  It’s up to us to balance it out.  Not to put ourselves down, but to present something closer to reality.

Care to admit anything?

It was a week of bad news — not for me but for good friends — and it kept coming day after day.  Bad medical results.  A funeral.  A gloominess hung over the week, punctuated only by more grey rain.  I felt numb, maybe because our friends are too close so their news is too big to wrap my brain around easily.

Still, it was bizarre to find myself crying as I scrolled through Facebook because I read that a local clown had died.

Ken-zo the clown owned a bar in Baltimore that we visited a few years ago.  It had a two drink minimum before the magic show, and I had my drinks quickly to get them over with because I don’t like alcohol.  I ended up getting too drunk to read the book I brought with me, so I talked to Ken about magic.  I just wanted to learn a few magic tricks, something I could master with my complete lack of coordination and my inability to carry through practicing hand movements for hours at a time.  He humoured me and told me about various tricks that I could pick up on my own.  I still have the list I wrote down before the show.

I couldn’t put into words why I fell apart with that story and not the ones that happened to people whom I care about a lot.  Maybe it was the realization that we’ll all be gone someday.  That one day someone else will be telling a story about a conversation they had with me, and they’ll muse how odd it is that I once was here and now I’m gone.  Or maybe it had just been such a fun night, and this person who had built a space that made me so giddy with magic (liquor notwithstanding) was now gone.

It says something when you can quickly recognize a face you only saw once as you scroll past it on Facebook.  It was that memorable a night.

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Stop procrastinating.  Go make your backups.  Don’t have regrets.

Seriously.  Stop what you’re doing for a moment.  It will take you fifteen minutes, tops.  But you will have peace of mind for days and days.  It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments in order to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

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And now the blogs…

But first, second helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week.  In order to read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• “Plans in Pencil” (Family Building with a Twist)
• “This is Motherhood, Too” (Still Mothers)
• “Leading Up to THE Appointment (Part One)” (No Good Eggs)
• “Making a Transfer Plan (Part Two)” (No Good Eggs)
• “Other Options and Donor Stuff (Part Three)” (No Good Eggs)

Okay, now my choices this week.

Raven Rambling has a belated Mother’s Day post.  It took her some time to put her thoughts into words.  After years of being asked when she would have children, she realized this year that not only was no one asking her questions about family building, but they were pretending that her dogs were her children.  She explains, “This Mother’s Day, which had been intended to make me feel included, made me feel more alone than any other Mother’s Day before it.”  It’s a wonderful post about belonging.

Hope Floats Among the Cherry Blossoms has a post about something I think many of us has experienced — being the last person in a group without a child.  Her online forum group is still in touch, and she tries not to talk about how she feels about this with them.  “I edited it out because I did not want to hurt anyone’s feelings or push them away. But, the distance continued to expand either way.”  It’s a post about not knowing where her journey will go, but realizing that different people come into your life at different times.

Lastly, My Perfect Breakdown has a post about her child picking up her husband’s mannerisms.  She writes: “When we chose to adopt we knew we’d never see any of our physical attributes in our child … But, regardless of what our child looks like, what I didn’t really think about is that our child is bound to pick up on our mannerisms because children learn through mimicking.”  It’s an interesting discussion of nature vs. nurture.

The roundup to the Roundup: Crying about a stranger.  Your weekly backup nudge.  And lots of great posts to read.  So what did you find this week?  Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between May 13th and 20th) and not the blog’s main url. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week?  Read the original open thread post here.

My box of author copies still hasn’t arrived, but my friend, Chris swung by a bookstore and snapped a picture of my new book on the shelf.

I thought about swinging by a bookstore myself, but it has been continuously raining.  I know that’s a bad excuse.  I guess I’ve been waiting for my copies.  I guess I want to hold it for the first time at home.

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Before I wrote my first book, I thought that holding your book would be the most exhilarating experience in the world, like that first kiss with Josh when every hope got funneled into a single, perfect moment.  But it’s a lot messier than that.  No matter how many times it happens, it feels the same.

There’s relief: You’ve done it.  The project has been completed and there is tangible proof.  It was a slog, filled with ups and downs, but no one can take away the fact that you have physical evidence of a job well done.  There’s sadness: It was such a huge part of your life for months or years, and now it’s over.  There’s anxiety: Now I need to tell people about this project and ask them to support it.  There’s worry: Fuck.  What if it isn’t good enough?  There’s pride: I accomplished this!  There’s embarrassment: What if no one likes it, and I look like an idiot?  There’s calm: Being in my hands means that it’s completely out of my hands now.

It’s all of that, rolled into a single moment.  So not really like the kiss at all.

I hope you like it.  This particular book was a labour of love; a book that almost didn’t happen, that means so much to me on so many different levels.  I feel like I’ve been on a roller coaster for the last year and a half, and I’m finally getting off the ride and looking back at it, thinking how happy I am that I got to be at the amusement park at all.  That I was brave enough to stick with the ride even when it started rocking on its tracks.  That I’m sad the ride is over, and, at the same time, happy to keep exploring what else is at the park.  A year and a half is a long time to be on a ride.

But it was a great ride.

It’s at bookstores, but if you don’t want to leave the house (as I often don’t):

• Amazon
• Kindle
• Barnes and Noble
• Nook
• Que

Thank you for being there the last year and a half while I mashed this out.  It is everything I know about fiction writing, between two covers.

About two weeks ago, all schools in the area were put on shelter-in-place status due to a gunman.  He shot his ex-wife outside of a school.  The next day, he went to a nearby mall and shot three people in the parking lot.  A little while later, he shot another person in a grocery store parking lot.  The incidents kept getting closer to home.

My rational brain knew the kids weren’t in danger.  That it was more dangerous to go out while the gunman was on the loose than for all of us to stay in our respective buildings.  My irrational brain wanted to run out of the house, screaming until I reached them and could shield my body around them.

I stayed home and listened to the updates broadcast from the school while following a hashtag on Twitter.  I wanted to know whatever there was to know the moment there was to know it.

Have you ever followed a hashtag on Twitter during a frightening situation?  I’ve only done it once before, years ago.  That time, all the tweets were people either in the heart of the situation giving first-person accounts of what was going on, or people asking questions, sending words of support, or repeating to their followers what they learned from following the hashtag.

This time, it went like this: About 10% of the tweets were useful.  They either contained information I already knew or contained new information.  About 20% of the tweets were people saying they were praying for the victims.  A lovely sentiment, but one that clogged the hashtag and stopped people from getting information quickly.  30% of the tweets were people talking about their connection to said locations.  (“I once met my sister for lunch at that mall!”)  Again, unhelpful and since most of us have been to the mall, not remarkable.

20% of the tweets were offensive, stating that the gunman must be… fill in the blank.  Take every offensive thing you could say — from all angles — and add it to the hashtag.  Anti-something?  You could have found your kindred spirit in this hashtag.  10% of the tweets were hurtful, selfishly pointing out how the gunman’s actions impacted the Tweeter’s day.  The remaining 10% of the tweets had nothing to do with the situation at hand.  They slapped the hashtag onto their musings about wanting pie or how they hated all of the candidates for president.

When you’re in a stressful situation, you are doing anything, including trying to gather news, to wrest control from the events because you feel so impotent.  For two hours, I waded through everyone’s noise to get to that 10% of useful information.  Doing so meant I knew the gunman had been caught a few minutes before the shelter-in-place status was lifted.  It meant I also knew how everyone in my state felt about the mall and presidential candidates.  I walked away from the computer feeling as if I had been listening to static for two hours and it was finally quiet.

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A day later, I was listening to an episode of Note to Self about the “Lonely Web” titled “What Happens to the Videos No One Watches?”

The episode is about the blog posts and videos and tweets that few read, and the people who like to dive into random places on the Web to find these commentless blog posts and YouTube videos with 2 or 3 views.  When you find these places on the Internet, you find (as Manoush Zomorodi states), “real, unfiltered people lay themselves bare.”  They’re not performing.  There is nothing slick or polished about these videos.  No one has combed their hair and applied another coat of lipstick and checked that the angle is flattering.  This is about as real as it gets; just people recording life.

Joe Veix, the guest on the show, thinks deeply about how we find what we find on the Web.  Do we go for the low-hanging fruit; the stuff that has gone viral and therefore is showing up as a link in our feed because everyone is sharing it?  Do we go for the huge name bloggers knowing they must be good or why would they be so popular?  Or do we walk along this more personal route, listening to the people who have few people listening to them?

The “Lonely Web,” according to Veix, comes down to this:

How we access content.  Most of it is through social media, now, and too much content is getting posted every day …  [Stuff posted] is getting lost in the noise …  [The noise is] the product of the social media site’s themselves, which encourage us to post everything from our thoughts on an election or what we had for breakfast.  So it creates a tremendous amount of noise … The more information, the posts that they get from us, the more money they make.  So it’s in their best interest [to have us post a lot].

Yes, the noise, I thought as I drove.  That is exactly it.  My head was filled with noise while following that  hashtag as everyone felt the need to say something even though they had nothing to say.  They had no information to disseminate, so they wrote themselves into the story, pointing out that they had once been to the mall or were thinking about the victims.

But buried in that is judgment.  Who decides what is noise and what is need?  To me, all those tweets about mall visits were noise.  To the person writing it, who wanted to indirectly state that they felt scared by pointing out how close this hit to home, it was need.  Or maybe need is too intense a word.  Maybe it’s just want.  But they got something out of writing and posting those words, in the same way that I am getting something out of writing and posting these words.  Perhaps these words are noise to someone else on Internet.

The beauty of the Internet is that we are all allowed to post as much as we wish, whatever we wish.  There is no one stopping you from using or misusing a hashtag as long as you stay within the legal bounds of speech.  Anyone can start a blog, post their thoughts.  Anyone can make a video.  The Internet has unleashed and fed our collective creativity.  There are so many voices I have gotten to hear that would have otherwise never reached me if not for Web.

These words that we say collectively about the Internet or to ourselves when we’re trying to find things online — that there is too much content, too much noise — becomes a statement about worth.  No one ever says that there is too much love or too much happiness.  We only point out the surfeit when we’re judging: Some content is worthy of being here, but some content should have never been made.

It made me see those 90% of tweets in a whole new light.

Not sure what #MicroblogMondays is? Read the inaugural post which explains the idea and how you can participate too.

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When I’m feeling super anxious, I crave Special K because I associate it with lunch time at home, where I’m comfortable and in my own space.  Sometimes when I travel, I bring a container of cereal with me and eat it in the hotel room.  Instantly mentally transported.

So I thought this article about food cravings was interesting.  It’s not just about wanting salty foods or sweet foods.  It’s subconsciously remembering that you ate those chips with your friends, and wanting to eat them again to remind yourself of what a good time you had that day on the beach.

Isn’t that interesting?

So what are you craving right now?  And what are your memories associated with that food that you’re trying to access by eating it?

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