Drowning, just ever so slightly!

Uuuuurgh, I'm just floundering again a little bit. I need to learn how to manage my time. Actually, I probably don't, I probably just need to stop going to bed after midnight and exhausting myself by reading late into the night. I need a good night's sleep is all.

I'm a bag of nerves at the moment, and it's very silly, because all I need to do is to sit down and do the things that I've given myself to do. I've just added Twitter, to my list of things to master, and also Hubpages.com. Yes, I've begun hubbing, and although I'm thinking that it is going to be a very good and positive and encouraging thing, I'm very nervous about it right now. Hubbing seems to be to do with the writing of useful and informative articles about absolutely anything that is original. No pressure then! I'm feeling pressured.

But everyone feels nervous when they start a new thing, don't they? I'm only nervous because I'm learning the ropes by myself, having never heard anything about hubbing from anyone I know. I'm bound to make mistakes, but making mistakes online can be mortifying can't it, because potentially everyone in the world can see what foolish thing you've gone and done?! I'm finding myself to be absolutely terrified of making a typo! How ridiculous. I think I should probably go to bed very shortly, and tomorrow I should book myself a massage and chill out, stupid woman, stressing about nothing, stressing about something that really isn't stressful, and now she's writing in long sentences, using lots of commas, and she's taking about herself in the third person as well, and really, really rambling and talking absolute nonsense and twaddle, and now she's beginning to wonder if she's ever going to finish this sentence or if she's going to let it go on and on and on and on and on and on ...

'Hem, 'scuse me, sorry.

I think I'll need an iPhone soon, to keep up with my tweets, blogs and hubs. Woooah! Weird. All of a sudden I'm speaking a new language, and it's all very unfamiliar. :oS

I've absolutely no reason to feel nervous about the hub thing. I was very pleased to be on there yesterday, when my first hub got lots of views, and some welcoming comments. It seems like a nice place to write. I'm looking forward to having a really good idea to write a hub about, to making it look like an article, putting some pictures in it and quotes and things, and then sitting back and seeing how it's received. Places like this are excellent forums for writers, because they always draw plenty of comment, and as the people who read the work are not close friends or family, one tends to get an accurate appraisal :) I think I've done a very positive thing in joining hubpages. Apparently, because of the use of advertisements on these pages, writers can earn a little bit of revenue. But that's not really why I'm there at all - I'm there to have my words read, because what's a writer without readers?!

It'll be nice to get the kids back to school (I've enjoyed the summer holidays tremendously, because my plan to stay off the computer while I'm with them worked very, very well - I've lapsed a bit this week, but then the kids have been so exhausted that they've just wanted to relax at home, so I've not really been naughty!), and to get back into our lovely routine. I want to get stuck into some projects, and I want to make use of all my spare minutes (if I had an iPhone, this would be easier!).

Of course, you know it's all words with me:

'If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces...' Portia, Merchant of Venice, A1, Sc2, l13.

This quote, which I found today, sums me up perfectly. (Sorry, can't remember how to reference properly - it's been a long time!) Were I still at school, my report should still say'... full of good intentions, but must try harder...'! I thought about getting the above Shakespeare quote as a tattoo somewhere about my person, to serve as a reminder to myself to get off my backside and get on with my work! But I found a different one that I love very much indeed, it's incredibly beautiful, and I understand it *shakes head in disbelief at her own astonishing intelligence, for she reckons she must be approaching the same IQ as Stephen Fry now*. It's sonnet 61, and although it's very long for a tattoo, I've had a good idea for a way to have it positioned on my shoulder and upper arm without it looking like just so much text.

Here is the sonnet, incase you don't know it!:

Is it thy will thy image should keep open

My heavy eyelids to the weary night?

Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,

While shadows, like to thee, do mock my sight?

Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee

So far from home, into my deeds to pry,

To find out shames and idle hours in me,

The scope and tenour of thy jealousy?

O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:

It is my love that keeps mine eye awake;

Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,

To play the watchman ever for thy sake:

For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,

From me far off, with others all too near.

I am thinking that this is enough Shakespeare from me tonight. I wanted to hub about this quote, and I'm not supposed to hub anything that I've written elsewhere! Difficulties may arise :oS

Linda: Goodnight ladies and gentlemen :) I must high me hence (to bed), and rest awhile. (Exits, to the sound of tumultuous applause)