Professional athletes have short memories. So much of their work involves failure, they have to be able to let go of what has happened, and move forward. As writers (or any other kind of artist, really), we need to have short memories, too. Beating ourselves up over failure doesn’t help us, it only holds us back. We have to process that failure, feel it instead of run from it, and then let it go and keep moving forward.
I was able to do that today. The last two days were frustrating. I didn’t write. I wrote today, and it was good. It wasn’t 3,000 words, but it was still enough, and it was good. I’ll do the same tomorrow.
I watched Baby Driver tonight, and that movie was unexpectedly good. I didn’t realize that it was essentially a musical as an action film…or reverse that. Whatever. It was choreographed. Every scene. Not just the action sequences. It was whimsical and romantic and nostalgic like a musical, too. I quite enjoyed it. More about that when I write the review for it tomorrow (most likely).
A’s won.
I get to watch them play tomorrow morning. I love morning baseball for whatever reason. I hope we win tomorrow, too. We’ve been playing SO WELL lately. Basically owning the Eastern Division. If only we had reliable starting pitching…
It was a decent day today. Not the best, not the worst. I told my beta readers that the next beta copy of the book they were going to get to read would be the finished product. Now, I have to produce that for them. I’m close. Still so much work…but I’m close.
Momentum is now back on my side. Huzzah! 🙂
Artwork tonight is from Jean-Michele Folon.