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February 17, 2019
Day 1,937: A Quick One
A quick one.
I procrastinated on getting the podcast out for tomorrow morning and so I’m getting to bed about a half hour late. Uuuuggghhhhh.
But, I had a great weekend. All the laundry is done. The bedding included. Got a haircut. Took a shower. Podcast will be out on time and (I think) it’s a good one…
Life is good.
More tomorrow 
February 16, 2019
Day 1,936: Lazy Day
Today was about the laziest day I’ve had in a very long time.
Being sick is no fun. At. All. Both the Ho and I were sick this week, basically taking turns. I took its toll on us, for sure. And today, we kinda sat out life in general. We slept. We watched some TV. I took care of the dogs.
I’m also onto the next book in my Military SciFi research binge. I’ve just finished a book called Destroyer. Moving on now to a book called Constitution. Both of these are by fellow indie authors, both of who...
February 15, 2019
Day 1,935: Eight Hours
Eight hours, y’all. That’s how much sleep I need. Like, for real. If I get 8, I’m great.
If I get 8, I’m great 
February 14, 2019
Day 1934: Tired Valentine’s
Under the weather here at the Ho-Heinichen household on this here Valentine’s Day…but we still turned it out. We went to dinner at Here’s Looking At You in Koreatown and it was SO GOOD. Love that restaurant.
Oh! And also: my Netflix building had to be locked down today and then evacuated because a man with a “deadly weapon” was on site. Jfc. I almost missed dinner because of it, and before we get too privileged and hoity toity about that comment, let me make clear that no one at my work was i...
February 13, 2019
Day 1,933: Peaks and Valleys
Ups and downs, y’all.
Today was an up. I was exhausted. Didn’t want to put in my writing session. Wanted to come home early. I didn’t, and I ended up writing the rest of the first chapter on Old Ironsides.
I also downloaded a bunch of other Military-ish SF books for research. Gonna do this right.
I’m keeping it short tonight because I really want to get a good night’s sleep in, so…good night. It was a good day today.
February 12, 2019
Day 1,932: Ask For Help
Last night was down on the writing.
Tonight won’t be. I can’t claim to have any breakthrough in my process except for this: it’s always worth the heartache when the breakthrough finally comes, and I get the write the end.
I feel like that flies in the face a bit of my “live in the now” philosophy, and maybe it does. Maybe I am barking up the wrong tree. But, all I can say to that is that I know it’s true; every time I’ve gone through a struggle on a project, I never really remember the strugg...
February 11, 2019
Day 1,931: Better!
Feeling better!
I did indeed stay home from work today, but I’ve been fever-free for over twelve hours now. Add in a truly massive nap from around 11am to 4pm and I feel like a new man!
If only the feelings about writing were any better…
I’m having a full on crisis, my friends. I don’t know what I’m doing with my writing. I really don’t. And I don’t know what to do about it. I feel kinda broken, if I’m being honest. I broke myself. Beat myself down.
I’m worried that it’s a pattern of self-sab...
February 10, 2019
Day 1,930: Treading Water
Man…this cold/flu/virus/whatever it is…nothing to trifle with.
I woke up at 4am this morning buuurrrrning the eff up. I had to go outside and sit in the cold for a while and take more drugs just to get the fever down. Been a while since that happened to me. I was having fever dreams, too. The kind where they’re so sporadic and frenetic they don’t make any sense. It’s like my mind has ADD and can’t stay on one thought or topic for more than a few seconds.
Exhausting. BUT, the good news is that...
February 9, 2019
Day 1,929: Old Ironside
Sheldon Frank wanted to see something beautiful.
Beta Beta had long since lost her charms. Craggy peaks of ice like teeth and glittering snow held their share of pleasance, but there was only so long one could look at the same frigid, airless landscape before longing to see something else, something warm and, well, breathable.
Low station had never held even such a fleeting visual pleasure as the frosty rock it was screwed to. It was aptly named–Low Station–and always smelled of shit. Sheldon...
February 8, 2019
Day 1,928: Le Sick
I think I’m coming down with a cold. Uuuugggghhh.
There were several people at work this week with colds. I think one of them passed it over to me. Might even be the dude I sit next to, now that I think about it.
It didn’t sound too bad, what they all went through, so I’m hopeful it won’t last long, but still…not looking forward to the progression on this thing.
Work was solid. Got a lot done. Writing was…actually good today. Genuinely. It started out horrible. And then I just kept working on...
