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Day 3,575: It Wet

So, it’s very wet in LA right now. Not very windy here, though, thank the stars. Joy absolutely REFUSED to go poop in the rain, so that’ll be a fun adventure tonight.

Mainly, though…I did what I needed to do writing-wise. 80 pages this week. A colossal achievement, it feels like to me. The story is moving along. We’re in the meat of it. Shit’s going down. It’s fun to write.

Now, sleep. Long day tomorrow. Long week ahead. Several more long weeks, in fact, to get this book out of me and into...

Day 3,574: Sleeeeeep

Tried to take a nap today but I wasn’t tired. Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I’m definitely in the mode of fighting being TOO keyed up. Nice and steady, that’s what I want to be feeling. Not a rush.

Andor, by the way, holy shit. It’s one of the best shows I’ve seen in a long, long time. I felt some shit! I am ALL IN with those characters. It’s…astonishingly good. The best Star Wars in the last…42 years? Easily. It’s not even close.

Wow.

Night.

Day 3,573: Blackmail

It’s late so making this a quick one folks.

Finished up a busy work week with a much more chill day. Didn’t do any writing, but I have the weekend to get that shit done.

A damn hurricane is coming. Sunday. Yikes.

We watched Hitch’s first “talkie” and…it was a giant step forward for him as a director. Wild.

Night night.

Day 3,572: Ample

Yo. I’ve done it. 20 pages written for two straight days. That’s three out of my four writing days this week, and the one day I didn’t hit my goal, I wrote 15 pages that day. Busy work day.

I. Am. FRIED. Absolutely fried. Crispy. Delirious. Totally zonked. I have a TON of pages to read and catch up on this weekend, but only five pages to write as make-up. Fuckin cake, man. I’ll have hit my 80-page goal for the week easily. Well, not easily, but I did it. I’m wiped, but I have the next three d...

Day 3,571: whew

It’s a long, looonngggg day writing 20 pages, man. Takes it out of me. Which, I suppose is to say that I’m still getting used to it.

It’s five hours of work. A solid five so as not to be rushing. If I try to rush, try to push, I start forcing things and that takes me out of it. But, I have to say I haven’t been falling into the trap, lately. I feel a bit like a zombie and out of it in between writing sprints, but that’s because I give myself enough time to stress out and wonder if I’m messing...

Day 3,570: Rally

I rallied. Just at the end. Didn’t quite hit my page goal, but I got within an hour or so of it.

It’s been a busy couple weeks, y’all. Good lord. But somehow, I’m a third of the way through my story and speeding up. I’ve persevered. 50,000 words, 200 pages, and counting. I should get to 240 by the end of the week…320 the week after, and then I’ll be kinda downhill from there. Momentum, meaning. The end will start coming into view. I expect the book to be around 500 pages, so there’s a ways to...

Day 3,569: Bam

Wooo weee. I was THIS close to missing my page target for the day, but I pulled out a clutch writing session here at the very end to juuuust hit it. A fun section to write, I just went through, too. Lots of WORDS, because it was action and not dialogue, but a fun one. Scary assassin stuff.

Solid day. Hit my page count. Got some work done with more to do. Interviewing candidates for a job at the writer conference in November; gonna get that squared away.

A solid Monday. Need to do it again...

Day 3,568: The DL

Going to be bed on time! I am short, yet again, on reading through my manuscript BUT…I did more this week than last. That’s progress, and I’ll take it. Plus, I’m only 3-ish hours away from catching all the way up. I can do it!

Need to have a solid week this week, so…I will. No if ands or buts. That starts with a good night’s sleep, so…Night night.

Day 3,567: Toppled

A day of rest.

It’s not time for sleep, so…yeah. Gonna get on that.

Night night.

Day 3,566: Miss Her

Joy’s over at KBear and Arg’s tonight because I podcasted with Josh and didn’t want to leave her alone at home for that long. Coops I knew would be fine. He can handle six hours like a champ. And he did. Sweet boy. He’s having his whimzee right now.

Wiped. Loooonngggg day. But, I survived. And thrived.

Night night.