I ain't no quitter. Oh wait....

Guys.
Those of you who love and follow me.
I'm quitting.

Are you afraid? You should be.
I'm not actually quitting, per se (never used that saying before, still unsure if I've even done it right). Just a little bit of quitting.

Dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn..........
I'm quitting social networking.

Except for this blog, which I love and will keep.
And I will also keep Pinterest (OBVIOUSLY) (I would die) (or just never make another craft) (No. I would die. I'm sure this time).  (<--is there supposed to be a period after parentheses?) (Is that how you pluralize parenthesis?) (Life is hard.)

And I may join Instagram.

Basically, I hate Twitter and Facebook.
Hate.
With my entire being.
I have a lot of being, since I'm so awesome, so my hatred is, like, super concentrated.

When I think about Facebook, it makes me sad and angry. Mostly because Facebook is constantly full of sad and angry. And no matter how hard I try to counter the angry sadness, it swallows me up like a Krispy Kreme. One gulp. Those bitches are delicious.
As for Twitter... I just... it's so hard.
I hate it because it's become this neverending stream of sales pitches. I can't take it.
I will make another Twitter and follow only Richard Simmons. He's on Twitter, right?

You know, as I'm writing this, I'm reconsidering. Maybe I won't quit. Maybe I'll just block and unfollow.
That's basically the same thing, right?
No. It's not.
I don't want to have a Facebook account. When someone I barely know asks me to "friend" them on Facebook, I want to be able to say, "actually, *insert name*, I don't have Facebook".
Because Facebook is the devil.
The. Devil.
Or at least the devil's right hand man, Gunther.

(You see what you just witnessed there? You witnessed me going through a real-time "quit Facebook or not" crisis. Not a lot of people get so lucky.) (.) (<--- just in case there is supposed to be a period there. I don't think there is, but I'm not positive, and that makes me anxious.)

So... maybe you'll see me around. Or maybe not. I don't know.
I haven't actually decided yet.
I'll let you know.
Not via Facebook, though.
Facebook is Gunther.

(You will see me around, because I'm going to keep blogging. I don't know why I keep using these stupid parenthesis(es) when I don't actually know wtf I'm doing. Carpe diem, and all that.)

Why is everything white? Well, I'll tell you.

Hey guys!

I changed my thing again, do you like it? It's plain and simple. Literally. The template is named "simple". This shit doesn't lie.
I also changed the blog name. The first time I made my blog, I named it Two Socks on a Windowsill. I can't explain why, but I'm going back to it. Back to my roots. Socks are awesome and windows are awesome and it makes sense to me, and that's all that matters. 
I was going to warn you, but then I thought, "...".
I lied. I wasn't going to warn you. I didn't think anything. I usually don't think things through before I do them, because I feel like that takes away the rush of spontaneity. Regret is a cruel mistress.
Just kidding. I regret nothing.

So, I published a book and now feel like I've deflated a little and I'm all wrinkly and floppy and full of conflict.
Like a balloon, y'know? Balloons are raging existential drama whores. Fact.

But, really, I feel sort of lost. Like I don't know what the hell I'm doing. (It's true, I don't.)
My new plan of attack is to write another book.
I feel like that's a good plan.
This one is a good one. It's about a person. And that person does stuff. And stuff happens. And then, WHAM!, there's a climax of sorts. And then it's over.
It's serious shit.
Not really serious. Just shit. In a good way.

I'm watching Family Guy right now and a baby was just born with a gun and shot its mother. I think it shot its mother, anyway. I wasn't really looking at the TV. My peripheral vision tells me it shot its mother.
That's sick.
You can't shoot your mother right after you're born. You have muscles like Jell-O and guns are heavy. So unrealistic.
Also, giving birth to a baby holding a gun would be extra painful. Just a bad idea overall.


I'm going to leave it at that for today.
Happy Sunday!
(And Happy Mother's Day to all the moms! Watching a cartoon of a baby shooting its mother right after it was born, and it's Mother's Day. Hil-ar-ious. Or not.)

"The Isa"

Hiiiiii!

It's here! Yeah! Wohoo! Hurray! And all sorts of other proclamations of excitement and joy!

"The Isa" is officially published!

I am so beyond thrilled with finally being able to push that "publish" button, and I couldn't have asked for a warmer welcome to the world of publishing. I am so amazed by all the support and shares and likes and retweets and enthusiasm in general. It's a little overwhelming and so, so, appreciated.

You can grab a copy (or a free sample before you buy!) from the Kindle Store, the Kobo Store, or from Smashwords. 

Don't forget to leave a review when you're finished reading!
If you're lacking an ereader, read this post on how to read ebooks without one.

Happiest Wednesday EVER!