A suitcase is staring at me right now instead of my dogs. Sigh…
The pups are off at a sleepover with Kristen and Arg, and I am packed and ready to make a last minute trip up to the great Northwest for Uncle Tony’s funeral. It’s a very somber affair, to be sure…but I am looking forward to seeing some family I don’t get to see very often any more. I’m sure every generation feels this to a certain degree, but it is rather unfortunate how scattered families become as the years go by. We don’t get to see each other like we used to.
I had a *decent* work day today. I was tired.
I did sit down for my three hours, but I did maybe 45 minutes of actual work in that time. It was hard to focus. It wasn’t anxiety at first, but it became that as the time went on. So, I’ll try again tomorrow. And here’s the good part…what I did write? It was dope. THAT right there tells me the difference. Before, I would have fought and clawed to get the 1,000 or so words I wrote today out, and they would have been crap. I’d have known as they were coming off my fingers that I’d never put them in print. Not today. What I wrote today gets to stay.
Narrations were a struggle as well, but I did those, and I got my TG1T editing work done, too. The Ho and I watched some of Dark together, and I have to say…the show’s writing has improved as the episodes have gone on. We’re getting a bit less of on-the-nose dialogue, and we’re getting less and less of the straight-up tropes…which are more like cliches. I’m in. I like the show. Lots of characters to keep track of, though 😛
So, we fly out tomorrow, and we’re back on Sunday. With 10 hours of driving between Portland and Medford sandwiched in the middle. It’s a quick trip.
Which means now, it’s off to bed with me. I’ll see you crazy kids tomorrow.
I found this John Harris artwork this morning and I loveeessssss it so much. So, so much. Too much. Not possible?
Night.