Magick,  Spirituality,  the writing life

Days Sixteen – Twenty-Second: Busy Bee #DoMagick

They say if you’re busy you’re never bored. Isn’t that the damn truth? But it also means that you may start losing time. Before you know it, an entire week has passed and you’ve forgotten daily blogs. I know, I know. Putting 7 days in a blog is cheating and it won’t earn me a win with #DoMagick, but the upside is the work I’m doing is the entire reason I haven’t had time to blog.

16th: This is where things got screwy. I did my morning meditation and nightly meditation, but the fact of the matter remains that I was so caught up in my Payroll at the day job, that I just couldn’t find time to blog. Since blogging is one of those things that doesn’t always make me happy, (crap – this reminded me of a blog I needed to do for another site), I’m kind of feeling like it’s something I can cut as needed.

17th: The road to hell is paved with good intentions. I honestly had every intention of blogging today, but today was day two of Payroll, and usually, by the time I get home from a payroll day, my brain is fried and I have no desire to turn on a computer. It’s not the hourly people that are a problem, mind you. Payroll is simple for salaried and hourly employees. But I deal with drivers who have special needs. I have to calculate commissions and premium overtime for each one, and when you’re doing that for 15+ people plus keeping track of an additional 20-25 hourly and salaried employees, it’s rather exhausting.  I’m not as young as I once was where I could start my day at 7am, and go balls to the walls until 3am the next morning, and still have the mental faculty to still function. If you have the benefit of that now, enjoy it. It doesn’t last forever. As you age, the FUCK IT factor kicks in and you opt for a nap, or hanging out with your spouse, instead of writing blog posts. Yes, I did both my meditations today, one of the the cleansing/alchemizing meditation and it seems as we go, I have fewer fractions of a fuck to give. Maybe it’s hormones.

18th: I did both meditations today and finished off the payroll. (Our payroll is a three day process.) Nothing to report. Yikes. Imagine if this blog post had been its own thing. Haha. B-O-R-I-N-G

19th: Today I really thought I’d get to do what I loved! But alas, no. The writing group volunteer stuff took ALL DAY to muddle through. Answering emails, dealing with committees, setting up events. I did manage an hour of editing and my meditations, but once it was all said and done, the exceptional spouse needed some of my time, too. Some days you just have to let it go. Nothing interesting to report from today’s meditations except the missing give a fuck about strangers and their wants and needs.

20th: Another office day. Worked late to catch up on some bullshit. Went home and had dinner, cleaned cat boxes, only did my nightly cleansing meditation. Spent a short time dealing with more writing group stuff. Hung out with the exceptional spouse for an hour or two. Went to bed.

21st: I cleaned my floors and took a day off. Today my give-a-fuck was at an all time low and I didn’t even bother to touch the computer. I cleaned the house, watched television, slept. I did manage a weak ten minute meditation this evening and then fell asleep. I think I needed the sleep.

22nd: Today I did some editing on a friend’s manuscript. I spent a few hours fiddling with Blackrose Coven, which still isn’t done yet. I planted some Plumeria I’m trying to root. I did readings and answered email. Overall it was a nice, quiet day, but I found myself irritated with the sheer bulk of other people’s wants and needs in my inbox.  Did my meditation to take that negativity and to alchemize it into something positive. Utilizing it today to get some stuff done and my “I hate people and their stupid, petty bullshit” factor is down today.

Steph is an award winning and bestselling author of thrilling steamy and paranormal romances, dark urban fantasy, occult horror-thrillers, cozy mysteries, contemporary romance, sword and sorcery fantasy, and books about the esoteric and Daemonolatry. A Daemonolatress and forever a resident of Smelt Isle, she is happily married and cat-mom to three pampered house cats. Her muse is a demanding sadistic Dom who often keeps her up into the wee hours of the morning. You can contact her at

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