Obsessive Blogging and Too Much Caffeine…

The Blog Broad in Saint JohnToday was a day of scrambling.  I also write for a blog advocating medical marijuana for my friend’s shop.  For that blog, I interview patients of chronic pain, and other painful conditions that use cannabis as a means of medication and relief.  I get their stories either over the phone of via messenger then condense in to an article.  

I’ve been dealing with migraines the last few days that have left me feeling exhausted, nauseous and listless.  It took me a couple of days to finally finish my draft.  I was up until 2 am and back at it as soon as I woke up until about 1:30.  I then sent a copy to the interviewee to make sure I didn’t make any errors in her story.  After a couple of updates I finished.  That’s how it goes.  You finish writing, excitedly hit Publish then you realize you forgot something, or your photos aren’t spaced right, or you forgot to add a tag, or or or.   

One of my Besties is town so I quickly shared my piece all over Social Media, it’s like leaving a fart in a room then hurriedly walking away.   

I went for a drive with my buddy around Saint John and checked out some geographical beauties while we sipped our Pumpkin Spice Lattes and caught up.   I love it when she comes to town.  We’ve been friends since we were 13 standing outside our Junior High during a bomb threat.   Trauma bonds you.  Well not so much trauma as some kid who who was recently expelled or didn’t want to come to school or something ridiculous.  It was the 80s.  Not a lot of school violence at that time.  The most vicious thing that happened at our school was that you would get made fun of and shunned if you got caught wearing generic footwear.  If your parents bought your sneakers at KMart, you were in for one hell of a school year.

My headache is still looming.  Pretty sure I need new glasses and having my head down for hours at a time kills my neck.  I need to eat as well.  “C” tells me I get kinda crazy when I write a lot.  I often forget to eat because I’m so involved with what I’m doing.  I have a flow and have to keep it going as long as I can.  My sleep becomes erratic as well because all I can think about are things I want to write, or how I can improve my viewership, or change up my Social Media or or or.  Does anyone else get like this?  Maybe I’m some crazy genius trapped in a lumpy 43 year old’s body.  Maybe it’s just a writer thing.  Maybe I’ve had too much caffeine today.

Here.  Enjoy some photos of Saint John.

Saint John New Brunswick
Fall leaves and blue skies
Irving Pulp & Paper Mill
One view from Reversing Falls and the Irving Pulp & Paper Mill
Reversing Falls Irving Pulp and Paper
View of Reversing Falls Bridge
Uptown Saint John with Cruise Ship
A shot of Uptown Saint John w/ visiting Cruise Ship
Live Humbly, Be Charitable, Live Graciously,

Sam

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Photos are my own

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6 thoughts on “Obsessive Blogging and Too Much Caffeine…

  1. I think the way you get when you’re writing might be kind of common. If I’m writing a post at home after work, before I know it, it’s late and I forgot to eat dinner and my dog is impatiently staring at me wondering what can possibly be so interesting about clacking on a keyboard when there are balls and tug ropes to play with. The upshot is that ever since I adopted my new dog, I’ve stopped smoking cigarettes in my apartment. If I want one, I go outside on the balcony. But when I’m in the midst of writing, I forget to do that, too, so I smoke less. If it helps, you can tell C that you’re doing it all to help some guy you never met cut down on his smoking.

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    1. I switched to vaping. I can do it indoors and it makes the apartment smell like strawberries. lol My dog is also growing impatient with me. Sits there and hmphs and whines pitifully if I’m at my computer too long. I will let her know! 😉

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  2. Trauma bonds you.

    That is an interesting hypothesis, eerily reminiscent of my younger years, up until my mid to late 20’s. It seems that I had formed a very stong bond with my friends from an early age, and I soon became the friend whom everyone would turn to in times of crisis. All my life I have always been there for my friends, putting them first, and getting them out of trouble, often times at the expense of my own needs. Though lately I have been wondering if by some chance I was in trouble and asked a few of those same friends for help, which ones would be there for me?

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    1. We were inseparable for many years after that and even though we can go up to a year or more not talking, I’m pretty sure she’d be there if I needed, I would be there for her. Maybe it’s about feeling comfortable being vulnerable around someone you trust.

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      1. I will always be here for ya, Sam! I think we’ve been there for each other over the years. There’s been a few times that we lost touch, but I’m always reminded of a greeting card from J.C. (lemon pie filling): “Old friends are the best friends.” Actually, I just got reminded of a piece I was going to write about that. Now I’m going to do that right now and post it. Exciting!

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