Second work day of the year…killt.
Also, I need a shower. It’s not stinky status…no, but the hair is feeling like it could use a nice wash. Sigh. I was going to do that shit before bed tonight, but I ran out of time putting together stuff for rent day tomorrow. The joys of being an apartment manager, guys.
I feel better. I woke up feeling that same sort of sketchy fatigue that I went to bed with last night: that balancing act between am I getting sick or is this just allergies bullshit. Well…I’m not getting sick. I’ve just been…stressed. Stressed thinking about life changes and work that I need to get done. That baseline stress that wears you out if you let it simmer for too long. I did a better job today of letting all that go, and it made a difference. I feel better.
So, let’s take that positive momentum, right, and apply to my day tomorrow: tomorrow, I’m going to sketch out a plan for the next two phases of stuff-Ira-needs-to-get-done, which are finish the rewrite of Starstuff and edit together Season 2 of Two Guys One Trek. I think I need 4 weeks total to finish both…but that could absolutely expand to be 8 weeks. I’d like to see what it looks like on a calendar, so that’s what I’ll do tomorrow.
THEN…it’s a matter of sketching out the books to come after that. Yes. Books. In the plural. Terrifying, I know.
Liz is out in the living room right now watching a show that I did promo materials for, Crazyhead. It’s a British show about demon hunters. Urban Fantasy, I think, would be the genre if it were a book. It was funny, and I showed her the little trailer I did for it, and she liked what she saw enough to want to check it out. I hear her laughing out there, and she’s watched two episodes in a row, which bodes well I think. It looks and sounds like a fun show. 🙂
So, yeah…another day or two of taking it easy, of planning and strategizing…and then it’s time to get the fuck on the road and finish this shit. I can feel it. I like it.
Night, guys. Let’s crush 2017, shall we?