I think I’m coming down with a cold. Uuuugggghhh.
There were several people at work this week with colds. I think one of them passed it over to me. Might even be the dude I sit next to, now that I think about it.
It didn’t sound too bad, what they all went through, so I’m hopeful it won’t last long, but still…not looking forward to the progression on this thing.
Work was solid. Got a lot done. Writing was…actually good today. Genuinely. It started out horrible. And then I just kept working on it, working through the thoughts until, finally, I had something that actually interested me. Something that engaged me and made a vivid, specific scene in my head. I feel like it’s been quite a while since that happened.
And I wrote for two hours, a full day. Before and after work. My goal, cold aside, is the same next week. Perfect attendance. That’s the theme of 2019: put in the time. Don’t worry so much about the results. Put in the time.
That’s hard for me. Truly. I like results. Results give me a high, and I crave that. I crave “done.” But the process and the time put in are more important. They truly are. That’s where the magic happens, and that’s the work that actually brings me to done. That’s the key.
Time for sleep. I pray I wake up feeling normal, and that this bug is swiftly dispatched.
Good night!