I have always loved the olympics. This is something that Liz and I both share, in fact, so it’s always a joyous occasion every couple years when the ‘pics are on. I just made up that abbreviation right there. You like it? I think it could catch on.
Liz tends to mightily prefer the Winter Olympics. I don’t really have a preference between the two. Maybe the Summer Olympics by a nose? Just because I fell in love with Dominique Moceanu during the ’96 summer games? I know. I was 13. Cut me some slack, bro.
I love them both. Diving, swimming, gymnastics, track…speed walking…which is seriously the most insanely disgusting sport on this fucking planet. Last olympics, we seriously had someone take a break and force herself to throw up and then continued on waddling to victory. AMAZING. Winter times, who doesn’t love the sledding, the skating, the jumping? It’s all so good! USA! USA! USA!
I am pretty friggin exhausted tonight. It was a more work-intense week than I’d planned, and all it does is underscore that I really do need to take some LEGIT time off here pretty soon. Maybe between Ryan’s bachelor party and his wedding. Maybe. Maybe that week or two afterwards. I don’t know. But I do need to take some goddamned time off. My body is just not having it. I probably don’t even need that much time off. Maybe just two or three days in a row. But I have this work queue just sitting there! Waiting to be done. I can’t help myself!
Uuuuugggghhhhh.
I’m writing this at 9:30 on a Friday night, and I’m in bed, ready to nod the hell off. A’s are still playing the Cubs and getting hammered. The opening ceremony is probs still going on. But I don’t care. I’m bushwhacked. Ps- that is probably my favorite turn of phrase for “tired.” It sounds very Australian to me…maybe that’s because I know they call their wilderness area the Bush.
Writing…did not happen today. I had scheduled to see a friend in the middle of the day, and I really had wanted to get off to a quick start work wise, and I should have known this morning what I know now…which is, if I don’t do my writing first thing in the morning, it’s not going to happen later. I feel a bit like a dunce. I’m TRAINING myself to write in the morning. My headspace is not THERE later on in the day. That’s the whole point of sitting down to write every morning! The ingrain that into my body, into my psyche, so I’m in the zone at the same time every day. I let myself get sucked into the editing work world an hour early instead of remembering the work that really love and really want to be doing.
I have to do better, you guys. This week has been a struggle. For whatever reason, I’ve missed three days this week after having not missed ANY for…I think 33 days? Even when I was sick, I did it. I have no excuse this week except that I’ve allowed my focus and my drive to erode. But, I’m not going to dwell on that. I’m going to mark it down here in my daily journal so I don’t *forget* it happened…maybe there’s a pattern here I can learn from…but I’m not going to continue feeling guilty about it. I’m going to let it go, and I’m going to do better tomorrow. The plot post-it’s will come to an end tomorrow and we move onto character post-it’s. I wonder how long those will take me…
The more I listen to these writing podcasts, particularly those from authors having success in self-publishing (and traditional publishing), the more confident I feel that I can be one of them. Starstuff may be my first, flawed book…but goddamnit, I’m going to polish that turd as bright and shiny as I can, and I think I have a real chance of selling it to someone, or having fair success with it on my own. May take getting the second book done and released as well for that to happen…but I have some real faith that I can do it.
Anywho.
It’s time for some sleeps. I will catch you critters on the flip.
Artwork tonight from Karl Nicolason.