I'll be honest: Most days I don't shower. When choosing an outfit for the day, I say to myself, "I think I'm on day four of this particular jeans and t-shirt combo. Should we go for five?" Then I smell the armpits.
Inevitably, I answer "yes".
Then when I go to do my makeup, I think, "I'm just gonna have to wash it off again tonight..."
So it's not like I'm known as "Brodi Ashton: She cared too much about her appearance."
But online, I'm a different person. I'm a little like a wilting flower.
Up until yesterday, I had things like Google searches for my name or for key words like EVERNEATH. But it's becoming a bit overwhelming, especially since a billion ARCs of EVERNEATH went out to bloggers last week.
So I de-brodi-fied my computer. No alerts. No twitter phrase searches. No checking goodreads.
And it felt GOOOOOOOD.
But then this morning, I turn on my computer in my study, and I realize I haven't de-Brodi-fied it. A twitter message from an EVERNEATH search pops up, saying something like:
"And then there's that one EVERNEATH. It's like they're not even trying anymore!"
(I paraphrased, because I deleted the column before I could memorize it)
I hit the "delete search" as fast as I could, but the image of that tweet is burned on my brain, like bad porn. (Yes there is good porn and bad porn).
Now that phrase is infiltrating every aspect of my life.
I was in the shower and I forgot my face soap. I was all, "Mysterious tweeter was right. It's like I'm not even trying anymore!"
I went to put on my t-shirt/jeans combo that was on day five, and again, I was all, "I'm really NOT even trying anymore!"
I started writing this blog, and was all, "Why try anymore?"
Then Sam was noticing my extreme mania this morning, and he's all, "This is what you're like on a break from revisions? I'm not even going to try to understand the mechanics of your crazy anymore."
And I said, "I'm sorry you have to live with me."
He smiled and said, "I wouldn't not have it any other way."
Me: "Wouldn't not? WOULDN'T NOT? That's a double negative! That means you would have it any other way! It's like you're not even trying anymore!"
How about you? Would you not want me no other way? Or do you read my blog and think, "She's not not even not trying anymore!"
Since I have de-brodi-fied my online experience, if you want to get my attention with something nice to say, you can contact me through my "contact me" button on my blog. (Or of course leave a comment)
ADDED: I will still be on twitter, and participating in conversations, so feel free to @reply me anytime!
