Up until about an hour ago, today was simply going to be the day that Ira was a badass at working, and finished all his shit early and got to hang out on the couch…even my writing, which doing in the morning has been a fucking revelation. But now, after the last hour, it’s the day that Ira got sucked into a video game for the first time.
Skyrim is fun, yo. And it was just the mundane stuff I was doing, too! See, I finally got to this quest where I was hopelessly outmatched in terms of damage that could be inflicted upon me, and damage I could inflict upon others. I actually had to backtrack a couple days ago to start the adventure over from the beginning…go out and figure out a way to get better weapons and better protection.
So, I spent tonight figuring out how to level up my smithing. I know! How boring is that? Well, for some reason, I loved it. Going around to the different blacksmith shops, getting gold in easy places. It was awesome. I totally get it, the draw of these games. You put in work and time on something, and you get rewarded. And you always get a second chance if you screw up. So, yeah, Imma get myself some badass weapons and armor and then go back and own that quest. Booyah.
Work was solid. Tore through it today and finished an hour earlier than I’d needed to. Writing was good this morning, too. I’m almost done with Act 2. That will happen tomorrow. Most of it was copying and pasting, but still. Now this act is SIX pages too long, which means something needs to be cut…not sure what, but I’ll figure it out. There a section of a scene now that I think is redundant, so I can start there…we’ll see. So, that will be tomorrow’s task. And 3 more pages on the Trek short story.
I’m cruising right now with the writing. I love it. I had a new thought today, which was this: I’m unstoppable as long as I just keep writing. Seriously. All the doubt, the angst, and the mediocrity…it all falls by the wayside if I just keep writing. There is no failure, as long as I just keep writing every day. Like a tank, or a bulldozer. Everything falls in the face of a slow, steady, relentless pace.
I’m almost to 750 days of writing this daily journal. That feels like reason to look back and to look ahead, so I might do that. Think about what I’ve done since I started, and what I want to do by the time I reach 1,000. The millenial mark. That’ll be next year. In the summer, if I’m doing my math right. Because I’m writing, my lofty goals, my big dreams…they all seem reachable with enough persistence. They really do.
With that positivity, I bid you adieu. It’s time for sleeping. Good night!