I might be in a little mini groove. I wrote another thousand words today. Halleloo.
Quick entry tonight because I want to hit that hay, but there were some small victories today that felt good:
I was tired this morning, driving to work, and worried about being overwhelmed. From the last year or so, I’ve become gunshy about getting any sort of work out that feels too large. Because it’s meant those words were garbage in the recent past. So, when I make gains, like I have this week, or put in consistent work…it makes me fearful and nervous.
Which sucks, because it should actually make me feel good, you know? I should be celebrating a week like I’m having…it should feel like normal.
Well…I was feeling that going into my writing session, and I was worried about how it would affect me.
It didn’t.
I meditated, dropped right in, and banged out the beginning of a great scene, and then came back at the end of the day and finished that scene.
Like a boss.
Meditation, man…it’s a game-changer.
I ALSO nearly got derailed for my afternoon sesh because my two spots I write in were again both already taken with other people. BUT…then I found this dark little nook ON MY SAME FLOOR that looks like it’s specifically designed to be a quiet close-your-eyes kind of space, so I didn’t feel self conscious at all doing my meditation there. And nobody else was even there.
It was huge.
Still want to do a full walk around of the entire campus and find some nice other spots for more backups…but that was dope today. Saved it. Coming home having done my two writing sessions is just the absolute tits. I’m off when I get home. I can relax.
Keeps me going.
Night.