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Day 4,170: Nose for Atu

We’re home from seeing Swimming Paul over in Hollywood. He PACKED the place. Packed. Everyone singing along. He played all the hits plus a lot more. It was dope. Really, really fun. Hot sweaty fun. Nothing like a packed club of happy people and great music to move to.

What a busy workweek though, man. Whew. I’m wiped. And still not quite done with this outline but oh I am SO close. I’ll start writing it very soon. A few more days. That will be so nice.

Wiped. Sleepy time. Night night.

Day 4,169: Sorry Son

Late! My goodness. Not too bad, but almost pillow time so we’ll make this a quick one.

Adolescence on Netflix. Watch. It. Heavy, but absolutely spectacular. Looking forward to all the awards it will win, and rightly so.

Writing today was solid again. I’m “behind” the schedule I set for myself, but only because it was an overly ambitious schedule. Fine line between pushing to get something done and rushing it, you know? I want the former, not the latter. And…I’m just in a good place. Gettin...

Day 4,168: Orange and Jasmine

The air is perfumed tonight with orange and jasmine blossoms. Cool, too, with low misty clouds and a tiny little breeze. Which is to say: it is gorgeous out there. I wish I could spend more time outside. It is hands-down my favorite month to live in LA, with April being a close second. It’s just so pretty.

I worked like eleven hours today. Sigh. But, I got shit done. And hopefully set myself up for a nice writing day tomorrow. I had a great sesh this morning, but work took over in the evening...

Day 4,167: NoNap

How often do I say no to things that would interfere with my goals?

This question makes me think of the advice “you have to learn to say no.” Early on, that never made sense to me. I say no to stuff all the time. I’ve never had a particularly hard time saying no. But what I didn’t realize is I wasn’t thinking of the stuff that piece of advice is really aimed at. I was thinking of being able to say no to stuff that I didn’t really want to do. But what the advice actually means is “you have to ...

Day 4,166: Herr Knock

It’s late! Almost time for sleeps. I did the thing tonight where I started reading with the intention of finishing something—the first act of Titus Andronicus oooweee does that one start out a little rough, eh?—and suddenly it was almost time to get ready for bed. I hadn’t even eaten yet.

I remember that so clearly as a kid—time disappearing like that while I read something. It is a joy. And what a beautiful evening it’s been, too, to accompany that.

I am wiped, though. Got my writing done...

Day 4,165: Here and There

What an odd day. I, man…outside of this morning, I kinda floated through the day. Which is weird! Because I got shit done. I got the writing done I needed to, and it was a massive sequence I had no idea really how I was going to get through it. Really disturbing sequence. Horrifying, really, and that definitely is part of the weird mood, I think. Depressing. But hopefully that’s good for the writing.

So, an odd day in that I got done what I wanted and needed to get done…but I am out of it. We...

Day 4,164: Daydream

I guess today was a recovery day. We watched F1. Lewis won the sprint race. It was so nice to see. He’s still got it. He just needs the right car. Not sure if he has it, but we’ll see. It’s still so early.

Watched Wrexham beat Stockport. Put us back up into second place, which is the automatic promotion spot. Big win. One-nil, which means it was a stressful, tight win, but a win nonetheless.

I didn’t watch the Warriors play, but they lost. It looked like a rough game. Frustrating loss. I s...

Day 4,163: Bangers

Super late because we podcasted late today—we spent two solid hours going through each and every Hitchcock film we’d watched just to make sure we remembered what happened in each one of them—…but it was a good night. We watched The Game. Apparently a decent number of people thought that movie was kinda silly when it first came out, but I dare say those people should watch that movie again. It SLAPS. And it was formative, it turns out, in my development as a storyteller and story-lover. That endi...

Day 4,162: Hurricane Popcorn

Another day of scenes not death! Not quite as far as I intended to go, but that doesn’t matter. Not in the slightest. The whole point of the eight scenes or death was simply to get into the groove…and I have. Whew. I’m, like, a week away from finishing this outline. Wild. WILD. It’ll be the earliest I’ve ever finished an outline. Can’t. Wait.

Work was a bit busy. But not too busy. The perfect busy. I got to watch the Warriors beat the Raptors. Curry got hurt—his tailbone I think—but not serio...

Day 4,161: The Groove

It wasn’t death today; it was eight scenes. Woohoo!

Today was the writing day I’ve known for quite some time that I could hit, but just struggled so much to do so for some reason. It started with getting up on time, for sure. I was two thirds of the way through my goal for the day by breakfast time. That’s huge for me. It’s the lynchpin…which is why resistance tries so hard to keep me in bed.

Netflix work was sporadic, which meant I was able to sneak a few minutes here and there to get mos...