Man, no idea what tonight’s title is going to be.
It was another “odd” off-day. I feel like my whole routine has been thrown into turmoil since taking on the new job. I was talking to Josh about that today 😛 More on that in a hot sec. But, yeah, turmoil. It’s not a bad thing, you know, it’s just *different*…and I guess old curmudgeonly Ira needs things to be a certain way.
That’s not true, actually. If that were the case, I’d still be working at Maggiano’s and living back in NoHo. I think I’ve embraced change to a certain measurable degree over the past couple years…I’m just saying that I don’t particularly enjoy the transition part of change, that’s all. Change MUST happen. I firmly believe in that. I will not stop re-evaluating myself and what I’m doing, nor stop taking advantage of opportunities as they present themselves just because it will blow up my routine.
It will be nice, though, once the new routine settles in. Feel more like myself.
The way I described it to Josh, whom I saw on the golf course today for a round of ball-hittin’ and catching up, was that I feel like my feet aren’t on the ground. I feel like I’m floating. It’s a pretty precise was to describe the feeling, too. Floating from activity to activity, kind of going through the motions until everything starts to finally settle in and I feel like the ground is there, solid, and a part of me. Josh said he knew exactly what that feelings was. We’re N’Sync like that.
The day started off actually taking the pups to the groomers, aka the Doomers as they like to say on the Instagram communities. There’s a little dive-ish kind of diner next door, and we had some breakfast there. Then the Ho and I went straight to the grocery store after that to restock the basically empty fridge. I’d been hoping to get my writing done after that, but Josh called and was actually finished early with his morning duties, and so I just went straight to play a short round with him.
Great to see him. We talked about life, work, our projects, how fucking hard golf is…solid catching up time. It’s really nice to see him and hang out. I miss him when he disappears sometimes 😛
Then I came home and had just enough time to do some office work, and the pups were ready to pick up. Picked them up, fed them, fed myself and then crashed for a 45-minute nap. Took them for a walk, came back…man, and the next two hours are fuzzy for me…I know I did *something*…got ready for the writers’ meeting, and then went over the hill for the meeting.
Writers’ meeting was awesome, as they have been recently. A really nice stride and rhythm. I dig it. Talked with the Ho about my writing when I got home some more…yeah, things are good. Figuring out this notes process, you know, and figuring out how that fits into the rewriting process. They really are telling the truth out there, guys, when they say that you have to take the notes you are given and *interpret* them into your work. The people giving the notes don’t necessarily think that way that I do, nor do they necessarily know what was *intended* to come across in a piece…but they do know what they heard or read, and what that meant for THEM, and that shit is solid fucking gold. It’s the only way to step outside of your work and actually see it from a new perspective. The magic or rewriting takes that new perspective and aligns it again with then intention of what SHOULD have been written, and we can fix problems.
I don’t think that paragraph was particularly succinct and easy to follow, but basically what I’m saying is that I’m learning how to process notes and use them to make my work better even if my solution is different from what someone else suggested. The observations on that text that’s been written and needs work are still spot-on and totally relevant, even if my solution isn’t what the critic had in mind. I know my story best. It’s a matter of communicating that story in the best way that I can.
Okay, super tired. Good night. Tomorrow is a work day 🙂