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Day 4,404: I Can Feel It

Blerg. Today was…helter skelter. And for no reason, really, except that Liz is going out of town tomorrow for some work. Sigh. Threw me off a bit. And work was busy.

I feel…cluttered. Not focused. I can do better. Not sure if tomorrow will be the day that happens, but I hope so. I’ll try to establish my groove as quickly as I can. No reason why I can’t finish this scene-by-scene (or just get a ton of it done) before the holidays descend and everything pauses. Good lord I’m so looking forward ...

Day 4,403: The Perfect Spot

Tonight’s fine distinction is one I’d never considered: “Kitsch” versus “Camp.”

So, kitsch refers to art and design that is “tacky.” It’s not cool. It’s garish, cutesy, cheap, nostalgic, and/or overly sentimental. It’s exclusively a pejorative term, ie- not positive, unless it’s being used to enjoy something ironically…which brings us to our next term…

Camp is art and design that is intentionally kitsch. It’s garishness made on purpose, self-aware. It’s a term especially used for the scree...

Day 4,402: Rain rain

Le sigh. Tired tonight. Still adjusting to it getting dark so early, for sure. Got all my work done though, writing and reading too. A good day, just a long day.

Night night.

Day 4,401: Fade Out

Man, I ripped through Michael Piller’s Fade In book. So glad they finally found a way to publish it. Apparently, it was actually written for Pocket Books, which published all the official Trek books in the 90s. I think they still might, actually. But, anyway, I’d always kinda assumed Michael wrote the book on his own, but no. He was commissioned. They only scrapped it later. I don’t know specifically why, but one can imagine. The internal memos and personal letters, all of which were apparently ...

Day 4,400: HBD

We back baby with alllll two thumbs. Ha. I almost just typed four. All four thumbs, babyyyy.

It rained all day, but I didn’t let that stop me from getting my ass out there and taking care of all these random errands I needed to get done. Returns to staples. Mailing off a warranty repair. Getting my oil changed in my car for the first time in WAY too long. Smog check. Nap. Birthday hangout with Joe and Madhuri. It was a pretty busy day. But a good day.

Still raining out there. Listening to ...

Day 4,399: One Thumb

I’m down to a single thumb typing this tonight lol. Forgot my iPad out charging in my office and my other thumb won’t register on my iPhone keyboard because of a band-aid, so here we are, pecking with one single thumb.

Steph Curry is magic. Wemby is the future. It rained. Snacks spent the entire day with me in my office. That is all. Night night.

Pic is from my mom today.

Day 4,398: Joy Is Very Busy

Cut my thumb today, just on the tip, but it was bleeding enough I had to put this big bandaid on it…which makes it night on impossible to type. So. Gonna be a short one tonight.

Very solid day productivity-wise. I sent the rough outline to my co-writer, who gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. That’s always nice. And then in the evening I started the scene by scene. Had some great ideas, right in the first one. The setup. Felt good. This part of the process is just about grinding it out, putting i...

Day 4,397: Plinth

Gonna make it a quick one tonight! Have to — need to get up ever so slightly early tomorrow to make sure I get my writing in before work kicks off. Gonna be a busy day, at least to start.

I will be one session short of perfect this week. I burned out tonight. Resistance got the better of me, I think. But that’s okay! Totally okay. Being perfect this week—say it quiet—…wasn’t actually the goal. The goal was to make a step forward with this rough outline, a step that was tantalizingly close, bu...

Day 4,396: Booked

Making it a quick one tonight because it’s already 10 and I want to read for a bit, but…I have my rough outline. Whew! It rocks, too. I can feel it, feel the momentum of it, just going through the rough beats. Stuff I can’t wait to write. Stuff that I know will make the reader gasp. Makes me gasp just thinking about it.

So, a banner day. The quest for the perfect week—attendance-wise—will continue tomorrow. So far so good.

Night night.

Day 4,395: Twelve

My goodness. I think I forgot a good two weeks ago or so that this is twelve years of “blogging” every day. It’s not really blogging is it? Not in the strict sense. Blogging is usually more…organized. Purposed. More like articles, I feel like, albeit informal ones. This is much more of a journal or diary. Not necessarily confessional—though that does happen here sometimes—but certainly personal. A blog, to me, is about offering something of value to the reader, very intentionally. I don’t know i...