Don’t you worry ’bout it babe.
New song lyrics from the forthcoming Boyz 4 Now album. Gonna be a hit, fo sho.
So, autocorrect just tried to change “fo sho” to “go shopping.” Really, Siri? Really? Whatchu trying to do to me huh? Shopping for what, exactly? Realness?
Podcasted today with Josh. Two solid podcasts. I definitely do feel that I’ve been a bit lower energy for these past couple weeks. And I’m afraid it has nothing to do with the act of podcasting itself, and rather to do with my overall fatigue. My work projects have just been all-consuming. I feel like the podcast suffers a bit from that fatigue. But…we have momentum on our side, folks, and anything that suffers from lulls just needs editing, which it totally within my power, should I need to bring that out.
We just finished through a stretch of three episodes that really brought the house down in season 2. I think maybe the best stretch of three episodes that you get with the original Trek series from the 60s. But, we’ll see how it goes. Maybe there are stretches that I can’t remember. At the very least, after this watching of the show, I feel like I’ll have a really good sense of which episodes are worth recommending be watched, and those that aren’t.
Writing was great today, too. I’m going to finish the outline for the novel tomorrow, and probably start on sorting through my scene cards and IDing scenes that are doing too little or too much. Might be able to finish both tasks tomorrow, but we shall see. I am on a roll with the writing, and I freaking love it. I wouldn’t say YET that I’ve completely internalized the habit or natural rhythm of writing in the morning…but it’s definitely getting there. It’s one of those lifelong commitment-type things, you know? A lifestyle change. There’s no end point to this idea of writing every morning…it’s perpetual. And there’s actually something quite reassuring in that thought, to tell you the truth. It means I can kind of turn my brain off when it comes to when to write…that part I don’t need to think about. It’s just the writing itself I can focus on.
Anywho…eyelids are drooping. It’s time for the sleeps. See you crazy kids tomorrow, and be safe out there. Snipers in Dallas were taking out police this evening. This country is going bat shit crazy, and it’s definitely freaking me out.