Today was a cruising day. I wrote, but not for long. I worked. I came home a little bit early to rest because I was so tired…worked on audition stuff with Panda. Pilot season is ramping up.
It’s been a tough week simply in the sense that I’ve been so wiped out every night. I don’t like it. It sucks my energy, and I feel totally out of whack because of it. But, some of that exhaustion has been because of good stuff that’s happened.
I just want to be neck deep in the writing. That’s really what it is. And I feel the opposite. I feel disengaged. So…that shit stops tomorrow.
Wish me luck. My goal next week is “perfect attendance” with my two writing hours. 10 of them. I. Can. Do. That. Shit.
I have good ideas. I just need to write them out. Easier said that done when one’s confidence has been so shaken…but here we are. We must press forward.
^^^ read that in a British accent, if you will. I’ve been listening to Rosamund Pike read me Pride And Prejudice for the past week, and I’ve starting thinking in Jane Austen head voice 😂
Night!