Sometimes I struggle with deciding how much to separate my blog-life from my personal-life. I consider many of you to be my friends, but it's also an almost "one-way" friendship: I get to dump on you but you guys don't frequently get to dump on me. That's not fair, but I suppose it's the way of things.
All that is to say, if you don't enjoy these "stuff going on in Ana's personal life" posts, don't read this one.
Also: Just to be clear, I am fine. Really. If I wasn't fine, you wouldn't be getting this metapost because I'd be hiding out in the bedroom watching True Bloods. This is me being fine. It's also just me . . . letting people know what's going on in my life because it seems relevant somehow.
Content Note: Surgical / Health Issues
Actual post below the cut.
A couple of things happened this month. (Has it really only been nine days??)
One, I've gotten notice from my doctor that my medical problems are more severe than we thought. It's not something I am ready to go into right now, I'm not dying or anything, so you don't need to worry, and I'm fairly confident that posting will go on as before. However, I am going to have to cut some stuff out of my life to compensate and, well, we'll get to that in a minute.
(Also, I had a whole rant about medical stuff that was going to go up Thursday and which I have decided to delete and not post because I'm tired of talking about Disability Issues for the moment. If Lady Luck contents to smile, maybe we'll get a Hunger Games post that day instead. Hoo-rah!)
Two, we've found out that my step-son -- with whom I am not emotionally close so I feel bad even mentioning this, but he's deeply important to Husband so this does affect me at least somewhat, but it affects other people significantly more and this is not intended to minimize their pain in any way -- may be seriously ill. His doctor believes he has something so rare that there has only been a few hundred documented cases for it. We are strongly hoping that his doctor is wrong.
Three, I've received word from my lawyer that the trademark application for Acacia Moon Publishing has been rejected. My lawyer plans to file an appeal, but it is possible that everything will have to be rebranded, which will be a huge energy suck of NO.
Four, in the past month, due to Acacia Moon Publishing interactions, I have been triggered twice. I won't say what for, because this announcement isn't the place to get into it, but it happened and I didn't enjoy it and it ended up being a time suck of NO. (I will also add that no one here was involved in these incidents, so no worries.)
Five, yesterday our stove died. Minor thing, really, but I have a service call coming in five minutes (or so says the automated phone call just now), so I need to wrap this up.
Ahem. Can I take this moment to reassure everyone again that I am alright?
I am taking steps to deal with all of the above. I am already in the process of being moved to a part-time work position to deal with one. Husband is banking vacation time in case he needs to leave town abruptly to help with two. Five is being handled by the soon-to-arrive service call person from General Electric.
Three and Four have prompted a difficult decision, about which there will be a formal announcement later, once I've had time to format that announcement. But ultimately, I am forced for the moment to close Acacia Moon Publishing for submissions, and I may reopen the group at a later date if the legal challenges are overcome and if my health improves and if hell freezes over. More likely, the concept in general (but not the name, because that's inextricably stuck to me and my legal issues) will pass to anyone willing to step up to the plate to moderate it.
I know that this decision will cause a lot of pain and sadness for a lot of people, and I really, really, really feel like shit about that. I hope -- really strongly -- that the concept itself can carry on because I really like the idea of said concept. It's kind of a dream of mine, and I know it is for a lot of other people as well.
But in the nine days since all this medical-StepSon-triggering-legal-issues stuff started piling on, it's become increasingly clear that I have to step away from this publishing dream. Not because I want to, but because I literally have to. I have a lot of dreams -- blogging, writing, etc. -- and this publishing one was the low one on the pole and the most spoon-draining and. . . well. I'm sorry to all the people that I will disappoint with this decision, as well as with the formal-and-less-personal-sounding announcement that will go up later tonight. I truly am.