Ira Heinichen's Blog, page 14

Day 4,269: Pearls

Joy is curled up against me so tight right now and she is paaassseeddd out. It’s the best best feeling.

A good Sunday. Wolfie time. Nap. Bear time. Now…sleep time. Night night!

Day 4,268: She Is Love

Had a nice off day. Whew! Spent some QT with Liz too in the evening. We went and checked our PO Box and got some milk tea boba together and watched another episode of Andor. We’re halfway in and it’s…fine. A far cry from season one, but it’s fine. Second seasons are hard (…especially if you were planning for three more and then got told it’s only going to be one).

That’s all I got. Night night.

Day 4,267: Did It

Two claw-it-back writing days in a row and here I am on another Friday feeling proud of myself for getting my sh*t done. Whew! Man. It wasn’t even particularly hard today. I was pretty locked in. What a relief. Still down slightly on the page count…but nothing major. I can swallow it. Kick ass and lock in next week and just make sure I get all those pages in. And then the week after that. And then the week after that. And then…the book should be just about done. We’ll see. Aiming for less than 4...

Day 4,266: Hinoki

I’d say that writing this book has been more fraught of a process than the last, and it’s not because of the story…it’s a few other things, actually.

First, I’d wanted to write this one slightly differently. Slower. Less pages per day spread out over a longer period of time. But resistance got the better of me, and I squandered my early days, not writing hardly at all, and now here I am, back to my old patterns, cranking it out pretty much as fast as I can. Sigh. So, that’s frustrating.

Se...

Day 4,265: Thirty-Six

My brother Russell would have been thirty-six today. Wild. It’s hard for me to imagine him at that age. Ticking over on the other side of his thirties, forties looming. lol. It’s definite a time of transition…though that’s true of any age, really, to be honest. Life comes at you fast.

Happy Birthday bro. I miss you. But thinking about your birthday is always a pleasant thought. Certainly a day of celebration.

Past couple days writing-wise have been frustrating. But, I’m back at it tomorrow...

Day 4,264: Toenail

Poor Coops! His hind back foot hurts, and I can’t figure out what the issue is. I think it might be the nail, but there’s no blood, not any foreign objects I can find, but I’m on my own at home tonight so it’s exceedingly difficult to see if there’s anything lodged in there. I don’t know when that would have happened because he was up on the couch next to me sleeping all night until just a few minutes ago when I literally picked him up to go outside and pee.

Sigh.

Hopefully it’s just like ...

Day 4,263: Triple Agent

Whew. Flamed out today. Man was I tired. Couldn’t do my second writing session. Too wiped.

So…getting to bed early tonight. Nothing a good night’s sleep and a focused, intentional day tomorrow can’t fix.

Deuces.

Day 4,262: The Night

It’s funny. I got The Night Agent and The Night Manager mixed up completely. Lol. They are not remotely the same thing. Though both are, apparently, going to get a season 3.

I finished The Spy Who Came In From The Cold yesterday. It was really, really, really good. The dude’s third novel. And he was actually still working for MI6 at the time, running agents and operations. Pretty wild. I think just how good of a writer he was (is, but I mean all the way back then) is the most remarkable thing...

Day 4,261: Coopey’s Back

My boy is home! Oh goodness I really really missed Cooper. So, he was away at our friends’ house because we were watching Sunny for the last couple weeks, and Sunny is a big dog. Cooper doesn’t get along with big dogs. Joy does. So, Cooper went to go stay with Stephen and Thida (and Tommen), and Joy got to stay home and hang out with Sunny. They had a GREAT time together. And Cooper, by all accounts, had a GEAT time over at Stephen and Thida’s. But it is soooooo gooooood to have him home. Missed...

Day 4,260: Titular

My book manuscript is juuuuust about halfway there. Pretty wild considering I don’t think I’d even started writing my last book until around July 1st last year. So…progress. Not all the way where I want to be, but progress.

Had a really really really productive week. Feels good. I’m absolutely wiped, but it feels good. Gonna get some rest this weekend! So so looking forward to it.

Night night.