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June 22, 2019
Day 2,061: Sat-onmyass-urday
I was lazzzzyyyy today.
Kicked off with waking up late. GDit I was tired. Coops and I went on a nice morning walk. It was all grey this morning, which suited us fine. Nice and cool.
Ate breakfast and finished making notes for this week’s Film School podcast. Didn’t get the chance to move ahead on our recording schedule this week due to unforeseen complications, but at least we’re still on time
June 21, 2019
Day 2,060: Glorious and Terrifying
Just did my writing session. I think I’m over two weeks now of writing every day.
I LOVE IT.
My brain is starting to feel quieter now when I sit down to write. What a relief. I’m finally feeling clearer, not the panic attack from before…less pressure. And more ambition. I’m starting to feel that again.
It’s just worth it for me to sit down to write and have no expectations of what’s going to come out, no word count goals, and to just write and write and write until something magical happens....
June 20, 2019
Day 2,059: Buzzing
I was just loading up tonight’s entry here, and caught sight of last night’s.
I am still buzzing from how good the script was in The Apartment. Insanely good. People talked, for the most part, like they do today. Today, you could hear someone witty come up with “well, that’s the way it crumbles, cooke-wise.” Little funny play on a turn of phrase like that. Genius.
Just genius.
Billy Wilder: I don’t know why I haven’t done a deep dive into your work before. I certainly am now.
I’m also buzzing...
June 19, 2019
Day 2,058: Well…
“Well, that’s the way it crumbles, cookie-wise.”
Josh and I watched the romantic comedy classic (standard, even?) The Apartment. For reals, it’s astonishing how a 60-year-old black and white movie is, for all intents and purposes, the same exact movie we’re still making today. Down to Shirley MacLaine running down the New York sidewalk to reunite with Jack Lemmon.
It was a lovely movie, and hopefully a good podcast.
Long day, and I’m up early in the morning.
Night!
June 18, 2019
Day 2,057: Toofs
Coco has to cutest toofs. These little nubbins on the bottom of the front of her mouth.
Coco was on the streets long enough to have most of her teeth broken, or lost. At least that’s what the vet says. That’s what happens to dogs when they’re on their own. Poor thing. What she has left isn’t much. But, damn…if it isn’t adorable 
June 17, 2019
Day 2,056: Le Quicks
Tonight’s has to be a quick one again, but not as quick as last night’s.
I had…an uneven day today. Any of my Netflix co-workers reading this one: I struuuuggled with my Flix work today. I have no idea why. It happened. Sigh…
Tomorrow: I shall do better.
Maybe it’s because I know I can pretty much fly through these pulls I’m doing, and I just procrastinated too long today. Blech. That made me feel anxious for a good part of the day. Hate it. But…tomorrow is another day.
I had a ton of buildin...
June 16, 2019
Day 2,055: Hmmm
Man, I don’t really know what to write about…
I had a good day. I slept. A lot. Which is exactly what I needed. And right now, Coco is preeeeessed up against me. So close.
She was down in reindeer bed on the floor, and I came down to have some snuggle time with Coopey…and she got out of reindeer bed to snuggle up against me on the floor. All on her own.
She is pressed up against me so close right now I can’t even type with two hands.
I love her so much.
Well…that means we;re cutting this one...
June 15, 2019
Day 2,054: One True Thing
Writing comes down to truth.
All of the angst, all of the struggle, all of the drafts and the deleted words…all of that pain comes down to just finding the truth.
At least, that’s how it works for me. It’s not about good writing for me. It doesn’t matter. Good writing is a fucking gimmick. It’s window dressing…whatever that means 
June 14, 2019
Day 2,053: Three AM
It’s 3 in the morning.
Worked. Wrote. Podcasted.
Sleep now.
June 13, 2019
Day 2,052: Wiped
Wiped out tonight, but I did just do my writing session.
And I stopped, right when I felt like I was starting to run aground. I’m sure I’ll pick up again tomorrow. Fuck me, if that wasn’t what I’ve been missing these past couple years of struggling so much: the confidence to just put the work aside and come back to it later.
Grinding through is not always the answer. It’s probably not even usually the answer, at least not when you’re first starting a story out. Grind through when you know whe...
