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Day 3,466: Napo Baby

Did you know diarrhea is hereditary? Yeah. It runs in your jeans.

That’s the joke of the day.

Had a good work day. Had a really nice evening with Liz. We’re very much enjoying The Last of Us.

Warriors shat the bed tonight, unfortunately. Ugh. They did everything they needed to win the series…and then shat the bed in game 6. Yikes. They’ll have one more shot to move on. I’m…skeptical.

Night night.

Day 3,465: Taxi

Decent day today. Feeling…a little better about this book, now. I’ve lately been searching for some oomf. Something that packs a punch at the end, you know? Something unexpected, dire, big. Haven’t really come across anything that really grabbed me until today. Maybe. I might hate it tomorrow morning, but at least today it was like…okay…that…could work.

Was just me and Coops at home tonight. We were buds. Liz and Joy were with the King kids, the “little ones,” though they’re hardly little any...

Day 3,464: Eh

I had a fine day. Not great. Not bad though. I do have the distinct feeling, however, that I just need to keep going. KEEP. GOING. There’s a corner to turn out there. I just need to find it.

And I will. Thank god I have that confidence now. I didn’t a couple years ago. I do now.

Still a ton of stuff to figure out for this next book. It’s a complicated one, even though I didn’t intend it to be. The one after this will be much simpler. This is a fun one, though. Very fun indeed.

Night nig...

Day 3,463: Savage

In a bit of a rut, y’all. It’s weird because I am moving forward, I am getting work done, but man. I peter out quickly. I have very little energy past a certain point. Sigh. It’s frustrating. But, I know it will pass.

Today, I’m pretty convinced it’s because I’m still mourning Coco. I just missed her a lot today. There’s a baseline sadness I have right now about everything…and that’s missing Coco. It’s hard to get fired up, at least after a certain point. Like, writing for example: I’m pretty...

Day 3,462: Solids

A solid monday. Work was really light again today, so I used the extra time to fill in the finances and get next week’s podcast edited. Two writing sessions, both decent. Exciting storylines. Probably too many of them, but I can trim where necessary. Or just keep them short. It’s kinda fun to think about going inside the head of several characters I haven’t before. We’ll see how it all shakes out.

Want to read tonight, so off to bed with me. Diving into a new Trek book. Night night 🙂

Day 3,461: Better…

Actually got my ass up early this morning and wrote for two hours before we headed over to the Kings to figure out what the week was going to look like transportation-wise. I’ll pitch in by taking Mira to her rehearsal on Tuesday, and Liz will handle picking up the kids a couple other days. It’s easy because we live pretty close to their school, which is up in the hills.

Got to meet Ali and Liz’s new pup Rooster today. He was SO. CUTE. Little fearful, little too intense for Joy…but overall ve...

Day 3,460: Patrol

Cooper patrols so much more at this house than he ever did in our old apartment. Sigh. He’s so triggered by the sight of other animals. We literally had to put these frosted-glass plastic clings to the bottom half of our windows so that he wouldn’t freak out about the cats being outside.

It’s not that much of a big deal on its own, but where it does become a big deal is that when he’s “activated,” he’ll lash out at Joy and try to control/patrol her, too. It’s a really, really frustrating beha...

Day 3,459: King Cobra

Real talk: do you think you could beat a king cobra in a fight?

Apparently, 23% of men think they can. I mean…it’s less ridiculous than the 7% of men who think they can beat a grizzly bear—SEVEN PERCENT. *GRIZZLY* *BEAR*—but it’s still rather high. I’m sure there are people out there who have hands-on experience trapping or killing king cobras…but 23% of men? Literally millions of dudes have that capability?

No.

No you don’t.

Ah, the stupid, moronic hubris of male-dom.

I mean…I co...

Day 3,458: What I Wouldn’t Give

Weeded the CRAP out of the backyard today. So, here’s the thing: there’s a grass that grows wild in LA whose seeds are these foxtails, and when those foxtails are dry and brown, they get EVERYWHERE. Foxtails will embed themselves into the skin of unsuspecting animals—like dogs—and can require freaking surgery to remove. Well…today I was looking at a patch of weeds that Liz nor I had got to yet and lo and behold, there was a whole mass of foxtail-grass in there. Still green! Still time to rip it ...

Day 3,457: Quietude

An anxiety-filled day. Sigh.

No real reason for it. Just…off my game, you guys. Struggling to re-discover my groove. Had a bit of it before traveling. Searching for it once more. I did write. Not a ton. Work was quiet. The day just…fucking slipped away, man. I hate that. HATE it.

Tomorrow is going to be better. I know the solution: start it off right. Have a plan. Execute the plan.

Night.