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Day 3,585: Twists and Turns

Sleeping in the guest room tonight because I may have been exposed to COVID. Just being safe! My gut tells me I’m going to be fine, but better safe than sorry, you know? I got the Coops with me.

Another half-day on the writing front. I mean, it’s still 30 pages so far this week. Not shabby. And I’m within striking distance of 60 if I can get in 20 tomorrow…and I will. That’s happening. But this week…a wall was hit. I honestly think it was Liz coming home, looking forward to that, and it marki...

Day 3,584: The Other Half

Liz is home. The better half is home.

I had another ten-page-day which was good enough for me, man. I should be able, now, to end the week strong. 60 pages isn’t 80, but it’s enough. I’m almost into Act 3. I should be tomorrow, in fact. Or, at the very least, by the end of the week…and then I think I have about 100 pages to go. This book is going to be shorter. In a good way, I hope. I think.

Wiped. Night night.

Day 3,583: Half

Hmm.

I’ve hit a little skid here. I had a half day in me today, and then I sputtered out. I’ve lost a bit of my edge. But, I know exactly how to get it back: a really, really good night’s sleep.

I’m almost in the home stretch on this novel. Resistance wants to delay me. Not gonna happen. I’ve got this.

With that very short entry, I bid you adieu. It was a fine day, frustrating in that I only got 11 of my 20 pages written…but tomorrow is a new day. One I’m going to rock.

Night night.

Day 3,582: Rush

It’s time for sleep…

I had a…rollercoaster of a weekend. I was pretty zonked, it turned out. More than I thought I was. I took another two hour nap today. Struggled both yesterday and today with getting the reading done I needed to, and I didn’t get it done, nor did I edit the podcast I needed to. I was burned out. Sigh.

Tomorrow, I need to turn the page on that. I need to embrace that I gone done everything that I could, and I needed to rest. I need to continue to rest as I push forward w...

Day 3,581: Dark Materials

Joy likes to dig on the bed. Inevitably, this backs her right up into Cooper. EVERY. TIME. He’s getting really good at just ignoring, her, however. Being very patient. She also like burying her head into the pillows or blankets, which she also just did. She cracks me up, man. I’m so lucky.

Really missed Coco today. Poignantly.

That’s all I have tonight. I love my pups. And I’m ready for Liz to be home. Miss you, Bear.

Night night.

Day 3,580: Gibberish

Keeping this one real short tonight. Got through my 80 pages. Looking forward to a weekend off, and got it started reeaalll nice with a night of podcasting with Josh. We watched a very early “talkie” with a complete cast of fast-talking, horribly recorded Irish folk. Couldn’t understand a fecking word. It was delightful.

Night night.

Day 3,579: Turning Corners

I’m starting to feel what it’s like to write 80 pages in four days. And I mean feel that in a way that’s…calm, conscious, and not overwhelming. Like it’s an exercise I know I can do; it’s not easy, but I understand the effort involved, and I can pace myself accordingly. Manage my anxiety over it. I know where the pitfalls are, the things that can knock me off track. I also know where the opportunities are, when I push, eat up a lot of ground.

I wrote 80 pages in four days last week, too. Last...

Day 3,578: Striking Distance

A very, very long day today. Whew. Work was hectic, and it totally prevented me from getting any writing done in the morning. Now, usually, that means absolute disaster, but you guys: I rallied! I didn’t take no for an answer, and I still cranked out 16 pages. Means I’m a bit behind, by like 7 pages on the week, but I should be set up for a full day tomorrow, and then I can make that shit up on Friday morning.

Now: sleep. Night night.

Day 3,577: Too Shy

Man. I came up two pages shy of 20 for the day. Blerg. I wonder if I can make that up tomorrow. Probably not, but that’s okay. Two pages is NOTHING, which is why its a litttllllee annoying that I can’t just push through and get them done tonight, but y’all: I am FRIED. Still got it for tomorrow and the rest of the week, but fried tonight. I mishandled my time ever so slightly this afternoon after a very strong morning session, and here I am, paying the price. Needed to get my evening writing sta...

Day 3,576: Blue Skies

We survived the hurriquake. Was definitely not a hurricane by the time Hillary hit LA, but it did actually dump quite a bit of rain on us. Almost five inches in my neighborhood, apparently. That’s a lot for a single day down here. I will say this, though: it was spread out. Didn’t come all at once, it was just really steady for like eight hours or so. Our roof leaks weren’t too bad, and there was no wind, really, which helped big time.

Very mild! Thankfully.

As was the earthquake here. Yes...