There are some things in life that I’m pretty sure I will never be able to give up. I say pretty sure because never is a long time, but I really just mean never.
Now I recognize there are things that one has to do just because that’s the way things are, and I know that as we get older we’re supposed to turn away from the impetuous and self-centered creatures we were as youths; that we’re supposed to make wise, educated, and reasonable decisions that prove we’re intelligent, respectable adults. For example, I have to go to work. I have to carry car insurance if I want to drive. I have to pay my taxes. I’ve given up as much sugar as I can (as Science tells me that sugar is Satan), and I don’t binge-drink, chain-smoke, or stuff myself so full of carbs I feel like I’m going to explode. I want all those things, I don’t like that I can’t do those things, but I know that at the end of the day I’m making myself better by not allowing my hedonism to wander unchecked.
However, no matter how good I get at being a grown-up, or how many decisions I make for the betterment of mind and body when what I really want to do is just have fun, there are instances where I seem to lose track of all sense of responsibility. Thankfully, for the most part, they’re not huge issues. No one has to worry that I’m sneaking out to the corner to get my hands on any illicit substances, I promise. As a matter of fact, they’re so small that I’m going to share some of them with you (even if they do make me feel just a teensy-tiny bit like a child when I read them over).
Be forewarned, this is nothing more than a fun blog post with no great meaning or insight into writing, publishing, or wrestling up a muse. Once in a while it’s fun to just share. And after all this time we’re close like that, right?
- Although I have quit smoking, hopefully for good this time, I will still ask someone for a cigarette when I’m drinking out on a balcony/patio/deck.
Most of the time I do more holding than smoking these days, but for me, there’s just something about sitting outside in the fresh air with a drink in my hand that makes me want to—uh, well—stink up the fresh air with cigarette smoke, I guess. (I didn’t say these were reasonable things, merely that I can’t stop doing them.)
- Choose Coke over Diet Coke if soda is the only beverage available.
Yes, I said that I quit sugar due to the aforementioned Satan/sugar connection, and therefore the logical thing to do would be to drink the sugar-free beverage, but I can’t do it. Something in my head will not let me drink that… that… flavour – whatever it is. It doesn’t matter which artificial sweetener it is either; whether it’s sucralose, aspartame, saccharin, or stevia (I don’t care if it’s natural, it still tastes artificial to me!) my tongue makes my brain lose itself anytime I dare to expose them to such a thing.
- Chew my inner lips ragged when I’m stressed out.
Funny enough—funny strange, not funny ha-ha—this is an impulse that drives me crazy when I see other people doing it. It’s also something that my dental hygienist tells me will (I’m sure she meant “could”) cause severe mouth issues. She might have even used the “C” word, but I don’t want to hang her out to dry in a public forum if that’s BS. What she didn’t tell me, however, is how to make myself stop doing it.
Tap-one, tap-two, tap-three – maybe that’s why typing for hours comes so easy to me?
- Instantly open any edits sent to me by the editor, and then decline, decline, decline!, decline!! almost every single one, leaving a hot-tempered comment for the editor in my wake.
It is always my initial reaction, it lasts about two or three hours, and as such I never re-open that draft even though I do save it. I merely go back to the file the next day—the original file that the publisher sent me—and begin the editing process from scratch. This time reacting like a normal person who has the novel’s best interest in mind.
- Bristle whenever anybody thanks me for my patience.
Is it just me or is that instantly annoying? Annoying as in, even if I was being patient, now I’m suddenly not? Tell me it’s not just me…
- Watch “just ten minutes more” of a movie that I’m enjoying even though I’m already a half an hour late for bedtime. Even if it’s a Tuesday. Even if I’ve already thought it three times prior.
In all truth, I wouldn’t get anymore sleep if I didn’t do that, anyway. I’d just end up lying awake in bed wondering what was going to happen next.
- Refuse to repost/retweet a meme if there’s a grammatical or spelling error on it.
I know it’s just a meme. I know people will still get its point. I even know that I make my own errors, and not just occasionally but often. I still can’t allow myself to be associated with it, or have someone think I didn’t notice the mistake when I posted it. So even if it’s hilarious and totally relatable, I have to just scroll on past and leave it behind.
- Overindulge in caffeine.
In this crowd I don’t think I need to explain this one any further.
- Say that “this time I’m not doing a blog tour,” and then panic-jump into the process of putting together a new blog tour as soon as the release date gets close.
Oh, and by the way, did I mention that my new blog tour starts for “Wolf, in League” starts in October?
Stay tuned for more details!
Now you might be thinking, “All that just to plug an upcoming blog tour/new release?” To which I say: Heck, no! Of course not! (Well, maybe a little bit.) Mostly I just want to share with you. It’s nice to know we’re all a little bit crazy. At least, I’d hate to think that I’m the only one.
So, please, do tell me – do you do any of these? Or do you have some intricacies of your own that you’d be willing to tell us about?
I’d love to hear from you. Drop a comment below and let me know about all your little odds and ends; or at least some of the juiciest few. 😉
Until next time!
AF Henley <3
Henley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica.
A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.
Henley newest novel, ‘Wolf, en Garde’ hit the shelves in May, 2016, and the most recent addition to the Wolf pack, ‘Wolf, in League’ is now available for pre-order as well. Save 15% by pre-ordering your copy today!
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