Just when you think you've hit the bottom, some asshole throws shows up with a shovel.
Things have gotten ugly here. So ugly, I can't even really write it out in public.
Anyway. If I'm not here tomorrow, that's why. I'll have a guest post up tomorrow at Tyrean's blog. (Sorry Tyrean! I meant to do more to generate traffic. But the best laid plans of mice and men and all that) and on Thursday, she'll be here to talk about Starting Over with a new story.
In the meantime, can anyone tell me where I can find the reset button?
One of those "That'll show them" moves where the guy basically cut off his nose to spite his face sort of thing.
ReplyDeletePrayers continue for a solution and positive direction to your ongoing struggles.
Thanks Terry.
ReplyDeleteFor those of you who are wondering what the heck he's talking about... I took down a fuller explanation of what's going on because I realized that as witty as the post might be, it might do even further damage.
If you're really curious about what's going on, my e-mail address is mishagericke(at)gmail(dot)com. I might be able to reply.
Misha if you find the reset button let me know.... I really hope things get better for you... I know how exhausting it is to keep dealing with trial after trial xox ♡♡♡
ReplyDelete*hugs* And if you find that reset button, let us know. I think a lot of people could use it for 2016.
ReplyDeleteI hope your situation resolves soon. Sending lots of positive thoughts your way :-)
ReplyDeleteI swear if I could find it I'd tell you, but that sucker is elusive. I hope things settle soon and start an upward swing. {{{giant internet hugs}}}
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
After I published my comment, I remembered that one time when my daughter was in grad school that she didn't receive a check when she expected it. She was down to living on the staples in her kitchen. I don't mean the kind in a stapler. She had flour, sugar, yeast, and those sorts of things so she could make bread. She felt pretty desperate. Mommy helped.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry! Pray you'll be able to laugh about it soon. Really laughter, not irony.
ReplyDeleteHi human, Misha,
ReplyDeleteMy lovely human friend, you know you're better than the person who shows up with a shovel. Don't give negative energy the oxygen it thrives upon.
Smile and reset that button. It's right in front of you.
Pawsitive wishes,
Penny! :)
I hate it you are going through a rough time during this first launch of your book when excitement bubbles. I'll keep you in my prayers and thoughts.
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Awww, sorry to hear that. I think 2016 needs a do over.
ReplyDeleteSorry about your predicament and I hope things improve for you. *Whips shovel holding ass-hole*
ReplyDeleteWhat you do is you break the shovel handle and stick the splintery end somewhere on (or in) the a$$hole. Your choice. ;) You are stronger than you think you are. Sending best positive thoughts your way. *hugs*
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear that, Misha. Been hoping for ages that things would actually improve. Still hoping!
ReplyDeleteI hate to hear that. Hopefully things get better soon. Or maybe you can chuck the shovel back at them?
ReplyDeletePraying!!
ReplyDeleteHold on, let me warm up my time travel machine. Now how to get it to you... Hm. (The teleportation device is down...)
ReplyDeleteHey, I'm sending cheese. I stopped by Tyrean's already. Stay alive, woman!
Sounds dire, Misha. I don't think they have a reset button for life, but wish they did.
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