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Day 3,721: Too Much

Not the most focused, productive day, but I got done what I could…and then I scampered off to Josh’s to end my week on the high note I knew it would: we podcasted. First of the year! We looked ahead. Talked about where we wanted to go. I’ve got places I want to go this coming year, both external in terms of projects to start and finish, travel, etc. AND internal places. More self care. More emotional health. More thriving.

It’s going to be a good year. I can tell.

The movie we watched was ...

Day 3,720: Nappo

I was tiiiiiired today. Got my sleep, though, so that’s good! Just not used to the full work routine yet.

I have grown so much, though, man, because here’s the thing: I knew I was going to feel that way. 100%. Not surprised. Not shaken or deterred. I knew I was going to feel tired today. This week. Next week, too. It takes me a bit to gear up, get into the groove, and take off. But, the solution is to just keep getting my ass up, keep showing up, and push through the initial barriers. On the ...

Day 3,719: Bombas

It rained today! It wasn’t supposed to—or, rather it was supposed to, but then they changed the forecast to a nope—but then it did. In the morning, and then again in the late afternoon, right before my evening writing session. Crazy!

Still struggling with how early it gets dark, BUT…I feel like I’ve turned a corner with it. I’ve embraced it, to a certain degree. Or, adjusted. It’s going to be getting dark by the time I finish writing for the day. Just enough time after closing up shop to walk...

Day 3,718: Boom

A really solid day and start to the new (working) year! I handled my shit. Fit like a glove. Familiar. Easy. I am exhausted, but I slipped back into a work rhythm much better than I feared I would.

Started with a full two-hour writing sesh. Going slow and clunky to start, for sure, but came up with some good stuff today. Then, Netflix work, which was light, but occupied my time. Yoga before lunch, then lunch, then back to work. Finished off the day doing a couple tasks I was dreading, but not...

Day 3,717: New Habits

I really want to get back to reading before sleep. It’s a good time for me to read, and while I did read quite a large bit more last year than the year previous, it wasn’t consistent. I read in spurts. And, at the end of the day, if that’s how I read, it’s fine. But, it would be nice to be more consistent about it, so I’m going to try.

Had a wonderful day with Liz today. We walked the pups together, ate breakfast, went and did some errands, lunch, nap, finished this seasons’ GBBO, at dinner t...

Day 3,716: The Year Is Dead, Long Live The Year

Happy New Year, everyone.

2023 was an intense one for me. But a solid one. Not exactly a banner year, or a “banger” as my friend Josh would call it, but a really, really solid year. Hopefully it’s the foundation for a banger this coming year. That’s the plan, anyway.

Liz is home. My love is home. All is right with the world.

Gonna end this one early here and go snuggle with her. Oh, how I missed her.

Day 3,715: Control

I remember seeing the film Control in theaters. I have no idea what it was about at the time—a friend at work had wanted to go see it and asked if I wanted to join him. I said yes, and dove into the world of Ian Curtis and Joy Division. I didn’t even know he killed himself until the end of the film. Odd, because I’m pretty sure I’d seen 24 Hour Party People before watching that movie, which was centered on the same musical scene, not Ian specifically, but they do definitely reference his death.

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Day 3,714: No Place Like

Home.

Wiped. Good god I’m so tired. Travel does that! Coops was waiting for me when I got home. All by himself, poor guy, but he’d been taken care of throughout the day. Sweet boy. He was so happy to see me…and now it’s like I never left. He was ready to do nighttime routine and go to bed, just like that. Just like today was any other day.

Good to be home. Starting to think about the new year, getting everything in order, ready to rock. It’s always a bit hard to start out, and while I want...

Day 3,713: Bonded

Joy is my little companion, now. We’re super duper bonded. My little shadow. She’s often asking now to be up on my lap, where she lets out a big sigh and falls asleep. Even Coco wouldn’t ASK to be on my lap. Not really, anyway. She’d look at me sometimes with big eyes, and I knew that meant she wanted to be picked up, but Joy outright will jump in my lap, even if I place her somewhere else beside me. It’s probably not the best behavior to reward, especially considering she’s a little insecure an...

Day 3,712: Schadenfreude

It is wild – so much of the publishing world that I’m a part of—a very, very small part, to be sure—is the frontier. It’s messy. Really, really messy. And to be honest, I stay out of it almost entirely. My dragon to slay is not the reputation of self-publishing, or to comment on the latest scandal; my dragon is my own writing, my own ability to tell the stories I want to tell. But…every so often, I am reminded of just how wild west bat shit crazy my neck of the woods can be.

It’s also funny—s...