Worn down, like a leather glove. As in, not breaking, still sturdy, still useful…but certainly showing the signs of prolonged use. That is me tonight, my friends. Running on fumes at the mo.

Sadly, writing did not happen again today. But, goddamnit, it will tomorrow. And it was not from laziness. No…today I can honestly 100% truthfully say that my productivity not being in the areas I’d hoped it would be was NOT from laziness. Nope. I was going ALL DAY. I didn’t finish the videos. I still have one left. I think I’m just going to have to be okay with being a video short this month, sadly. If there’s study.com work to do at all…the queues have been empty. Too many editors. Not enough lessons. Hopefully some work coming down the pipeline. Luckily, Netflix currently seems to be flush with work, so that saves my ass.

Sigh…I read a Twitter thread tonight about a well-known author who was dropped from their publisher for not having strong enough sales. It just reminded me about how hard it is to be a writer, which is not something I particularly like to be reminded of…especially since I have yet to actually enter that world for reals…I mean, I have not disillusionment in that regard, except perhaps a belief that if I work hard enough for long enough, I will find my breakthrough. But, I’m an actor. I know how goddamn hard it is. It just sucks to see “successful” artists talking about how hard it is. That’s a bit demoralizing.

I don’t mean to say that’s what this person’s intention was in the slightest. It wasn’t. And hardship is a reality of life, guys. I’m so acutely aware of that. This person was only speaking truth. Truth can be hard to hear, but it is only what it is, nothing more, nothing less. We imbue it with all the rest.

I rented an apartment today. That was awesome. That was part of all the extra work that wasn’t planned. The apartment building has really been draining lately. Lots going on from all different sides. But hey…that’s the way it goes sometimes.

Tomorrow is an off day. I need it. I need a few of them, but I’ll settle for tomorrow until I finally fucking get caught up. Then…hopefully less on the plate all at once. I miss writing twice a day. I want to get back to that shit ASAP.

With that, good night. See you crazy kids tomorrow.