Tonight’s artwork is from Moebius.
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“Bu-bu-but…” you might sputter after reading tonight’s title, accurately pointing out, “you *already* had a ‘Day 697!'”
You’re right. Today was the day I realized that I skipped a day…I went straight from day 659…to day 670. You know…screw the 60s anyway. Who needs day 666…or any of the rest of them? Damnit. I just realized as I typed that sentence that I totally denied myself day 666…
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I briefly considered going back through the days and re-numbering them properly…and I still might…but I think I’m going to leave them as they are and just plow ahead with the RIGHT day count in tow. It’s my blog. I can do whatever I damn-well please.
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So, I’m a time traveller tonight. Back 10 days. I get to celebrate day #700 all over again! Hooray for that.
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Today was kind of a rough one. I was inundated with some bad juju from several different sources…which probably happens all the time, and I’m of sound mind and body so that it doesn’t affect me as much as it did today. Not to say I’m NOT of sound mind and body…I’ve just been in the mindset of considering a lot of things in my life and where I’m headed…so that naturally makes me a little more sensitive than I might be were I in the headspace of “that’s where I’m going, full steam ahead!”
It’s a period of change right now. I love them, and I hate them. They seem to happen every three or four years or so. A reassessment of what I’m “doing” with my life, and a decision on where to go next. It’s periods like these that genuinely make me feel thankful for the partner I have in it all, which is the Ho. In order for one to set a new course, one must have a compass, a rock from which to launch, and she has been that for me. It’s one of the reasons I married her sexy ass. It’s a priviledge. Love you bear!
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I didn’t get my writing done today…a shame since I had a little streak going. Hopefully that changes tomorrow. I have a couple very specific goals: 1) finish the new general outline, and 2) go through and cut the scenes that need cutting, and do a general “trim” of everything I marked up in the last time I read through the script…see how many pages that hacks it down to. Then, on Sunday, my writing hour can be dedicated to determining how many pages each scene needs to be in this next draft. 55 pages. That’s the goal. I’ll live with 63, if I have to.
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That’s all I got tonight. I feel drained, to be honest. These days off have been a struggle lately. I did take a nap, so I don’t feel “tired.” It’s not a lack of rest I’m wrestling with…it’s figuring out where I want to go, and realizing that where I am isn’t working at the moment. They’re separate issues that can have separate solutions, but they’re also the same issue, connected by the only thing in space and time that ever actually matters, the only thing that’s real: the present.
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With that I mind, I go to sleep, and think about how I can make my present (tomorrow) as happy and productive as I can. Wish me luck!