Warning: this is me venting. I have to vent occasionally, so please don’t reassure me too much. 
I’m so melancholy today and I have no idea why.
It was a good day. We went and got our new glasses and some Dominoes pizza. I got to gossip with Jeaniene on the phone and with Jil and Meljean through email. We watched Dragon’s Den. I even have tea.
I’m writing. I’ve got a bit below 1K and will need to put another one on there before I quit.
I’m just so meh.
There is really no reason to be bummed out. Money? We probably have Christmas covered and the budget drawn up for the next few months. (Knock-knock-knock, tphoo-tphoo-tphoo.)
Gordon still loves me. He is dragging me up to North Carolina for Thanksgiving.
Children still love me too, despite Kid 2′s valiant escape through her window into the rain, which occured last night because she was not permitted to snoop at her Christmas present as it was being wrapped. (Kid 2 is having a bit of temper issues.)
The hat is proceeding on schedule, with the exception of Luka getting into the plastic bag left unattended while I went to look for Kid 2 in the back yard. When I returned, he had a big skein of Homespun in his mouth. I was gone maybe a minute. That has to be a record. Will have handwash the skein very very carefully.
So there is nothing to be bummed out about and here I sit, steeped in melancholy. I must be just tired or something. Maybe this is just an occupational hazard of being a writer.
Come on, a thousand words to go. I can do it. Meeeeeehhhhh.
Don’t worry! Sometimes it’s the weather, the change of season, sometimes you didn’t realise, that the month is over (again) until you make a trip to wash your hands. And sometimes there just isn’t a reason. You just feel little and maybe a bit sad about nothing at all.
I normally call my sister/mother/grandmother/bff and start the conversation like this: “I am unhappy and don’t really have a reason, but I would love to be a crybaby and somebody to tell me how tall and grown up I am. Lie to me! Oh, and while your at it, please say, that you love me without condition!”
They must actually love me very much, because they oblige most of the time.
I of course don’t know you personally, but I think you are a wonderful writer and very funny!
Lol, Thank you. Unfortunately, I have no sister, my mom is dead, and my grandmother is dead too. And I’ve abused my bff enough, so now I’m abusing the poor readership of the blog.
“You just feel little and maybe a bit sad about nothing at all. ”
That is so perfectly put.
Sorry to hear you feel meh. I get that sometimes from dreams and then, if I can, I just roll over and sleep some more to hopefully feel yeh on the second waking. In hidesight theres a space for every mood but I usually want to drop kick anyone who points that out to me at the time! *quickly ducks*
Sorry to hear about your “meh” day – if it helps, I think everyone goes through this at least once a month (of course, men blame it one Aunt Flo but I disagree!).
I believe we just get tired of dealing with repetitive obligations (work, kids, etc.) and need a re-boost. For me, that involves something that is for ME only, such as reading a really good book (ANY one of yours will do). This, of course, assumes you have TIME and ENERGY to do this on top of those obligations (thus leading to more “meh” feelings – don’t enter that cycle, very bad). Hopefully, doing something ONLY for you will help rejuvenate you and shake off the “meh.”
Good luck and I hope your evening gets better!
Everyone’s entitled to a “I’m meh for no reason at all” day.
Sorry to hear you’ve had a bit of a down day Ilona. My mate always says that when you feel ‘off’ you should shake the cobwebs out with a walk. It works for me. Also don’t beat yourself up about not being able to ‘justify’ having a glum day… everyone has them, and everyone is allowed them. Heck frikkin Eeyore’s got a monopoly on them!
Oh and i just got back from seeing the Men who Stare at Goats…. not sure when the movie was released in the US but it made me smile!
Best wishes and LOVE your work!
“Meh” happens. Sometimes I think it’s because authors write such interesting characters who lead incredible lives and we find ours tame in comparison. No necromancers or demons to battle on the way to the mailbox, no vamps to stake before breakfast. Just butt in chair, fingers on keyboard and not a power mad sorcerer in sight.
Tomorrow will be better. It usually is. Besides, you’re halfway through the book!
Ilona, be very greatful that you aren’t in NC right now. We are getting unindated with rain from *I ass-ume* remnants of Ida
It is a total soggy mess in Jacksonville & we still have a couple days of rain to go. If it ain’t raining buckets it can’t be too bad,eh?
That’s true even for us in the mountains of NC. And we really don’t need the rain. This is probably the third time in the past couple of months that the French Broad River has been under a flood warning.
Hopefully on Thanksgiving it’ll be all pretty and sunny!!
Funny you mention the French Broad, that is around Ashville right? I grew up about an hour from there in Jackson County.
My high school was inside the campus of Western Carolina and both Ilona and I attended there while living in Sylva. Every year I drag her back up to Cullowhee to visit my family. When we were younger we used to drive the hour to Ashville to go to the mall. Small world.
Yep. The French Broad goes like right through Asheville.
And it is a small world!! I live right outside of Asheville. And if I remember correctly, Ilona said she went to the Rabun Gap Nacoochee School. I lived about half a year in Rabun Gap with my grandparents before my family moved to Sylva for a couple of years. I pass by that school every time I visit my grandpa.
I find that when I feel meh (great word, by the way) and I don’t have a good reason, I just decide to wallow in it. I play melancholy songs, I write bad poetry, I pull up a chair and feast on my misery. Then it goes away. Good luck.
*reads others’ suggestions* What about a mug of hot tea? Or coffee? Or hot chocolate? Or whatever floats your boat as comfort food?
In my case, I’m usually comforted by hot tea, really tart grapefruit juice, or buttermilk biscuits—at least for the duration that I’m drinking/eating them.
Ilona, I thought I would share my yarn vs pup story with you.
I came home one night to find that the 1yr old pup had emptied half of my yarn bag across the living room. Which consisted of about 3 balls of wool and 2 balls of mohair, and several bamboo crochet hooks. The end result was an hour of pulling my yarn out of knots, and added 6 or 7 small yarn balls, and a few remaining chewed up sticks of bamboo, unfortunately only a few hooks survived the massacre.
I’m drinking a beer with you in mind.
OMG, I feel your pain from here. I would’ve lost it.
When you think things are bad,
when you feel sour and blue,
when you start to get mad…
you should do what I do!
Just tell yourself, Duckie,
you’re really quite lucky!
Some people are much more…
oh, ever so much more…
oh, muchly much-much more
unlucky than you!
-Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are?
(Dr. Seuss of course – He always cheers me right on up)
Perfect! Some days I want to wallow in the meh but when I don’t it’s Dr. Seuss to the rescue.
Some people just feel meh. I say indulge in the meh-ness.
Meh, too. I blame it on the weather (which has been doing 30 degree vacillations) and the time change. Really hate getting off work at 5:00, in the dark.
Watch and old funny movie, get out, get moving. I get down very often and found that moving once a day keeps the psychiatrist away.
Go out, dress up, or get some dinner and watch a movie with the family, something old like Young Frankenstein or Monthy Phyton.
We love ya!
Enjoy it while it lasts. It’s going to be gone soon.
Its the weather, I’m in southern GA and it has been blah all day long…and the river swelled, but no flooding yet ^^
I felt meh today, too. Did NOT want to go to work and deal with 9 and 10 year olds in part because my husband had the day off (Federal Employee.) The other reason for meh I attribute to being over the age of 50. My co-workers told me that after 50 I could be meh without a reason or excuse. I suppose your too young to have that convenient reason for meh.
I find hugging the dogs, who generally don’t ask for anything but hugs(well, food doesn’t count), to be reassuring. I don’t have yarn for my dogs to get into, but Leo, my 10 month old Luka look-alike did poop a sock this weekend. That was just kind of gross, but he did seem to be more perky after that.
It’s still early. Have some chocolate and sulk till you feel ridiculous for sulking.
^_^
the weather sucks the sun has not shined my body has not been out of my house except to shop for essentials remember the things you get excited about its okay to feel ick just remember the holidays are a blessing and so are you i love your personality which shines through in your books i hope you feel better if you need to looks at something funny just watch House,m.d. on fox on monday nights at 8 i love him and lord it reminds me my life is okay
or watch paula deen on food network she always makes me happy
I really understand! I think everyone has days like that, whether they admit it out loud or not. I’m glad that you voiced it, though. It’s good to hear that I’m not alone in my similar thoughts.