Donald Trump talked about “stamina” back on monday; as in, he was insinuating his opponent didn’t have it. Which is actually a bit ridiculous considering that his opponent has been in high political offices for the past 16 years or so. Anyway…we’re not talking about Donald Trump’s “stamina” tonight…
I need to work on cultivating a bit more of my own. I.e.- I am wiped the fuck out at the end of these new work days, and I’m not even working as many hours as I used to…though I am taking waaaay less time “off”…nor am I doing as much in these early days as I eventually want to. I took another nap today, though this one was only 20 minutes, but still – I will be so much more productive once I get to the point where I don’t have to take those mid-afternoon naps.
Cooper and Coco are very skeptical of this no-nap goal. They think it’s absolutely crazy. I can see their point…
Mostly, though, the stamina I need is extending the periods of time during which I have FOCUS. I’ve had it in spurts this week, but not for as long as I know I can get to. Again…I’ll just be so much more productive when I can find that.
BUT…
I did my writing, I did my practice, I did my reading, and I did my Flix hours. I even got some narrations done before taking the pups out for nighttime pees and wipe-downs. By all accounts, I killed today. Crushed it. I just know I can do *better*, that’s all.
I read a lot today in Peak about “mental constructs” and how they relate to our abilities to perform tasks at a high level. The ways in which we create and recognize patterns creates this feedback loop – the practice refines the construct, and the construct drives the practice. It’s that loop that I’m trying to get myself into right now, where things start to align in my brain and I can feel myself growing.
I know it’s only been three days, but I am very, very proud of myself for sitting down and doing writing practice. Today I wrote about the sun – the prompt was to write about how much I hated something, and then how much I loved that same thing. Obviously working on rhetoric, and my ability to make an argument for two sides of the same thing, an essential skill for a writer, especially of narrative fiction. So, that was cool. I might do the same prompt tomorrow. We’ll see.
Writing on the novel went well, too. Rewriting I suppose I should say. It’s just going too slowly, that’s all. This opening needs so much work, so it’s taking a lot of time…but that’s okay. I know now that everything takes longer than you think it will. I must embrace that and not let it slow me down.
Eyes are starting to droop. That means it’s sleepy times. Coco has her head buried into my leg. Coops has his butt against my foot.
Life is good.