Today was so, ever ever so so close to being a disaster on the productivity front. I was burned out. Not burned out because I’d actually done anything more than I was capable, but because resistance was treating me like a motherfucker.
I had a rough night’s sleep. Cooper woke me up in the middle of the night because he’s been so itchy lately (put him in his cone/donut and sprayed him with some topical steroids to help with that today — he’s doing much better already!), and I had a really hard time getting back to sleep. That meant I woke up late, and I was still exhausted when I did, and it was a downward spiral from there.
Until!
Until, I took a nap, and resolved that I was going to get my shit done, regardless. I wasn’t going to let the day slip away in the end, and not have written my pages.
So, I wrote them. And then I took a nice long walk with Liz and the pups. And then we had dinner together and watched another episode of Loki, and then I got ready for bed early so I could sit here just now and finish up the last few pages … and suddenly here I am, able to write an entry about what was a really tough, challenging day mentally and emotionally … and I can tell you I wrote my pages. All of them. And they were good pages, too. Really, really good.
This is an exciting book. Thrilling. Harrowing. Life and death.
I hope people will like it. I think they will. I hope.
Night night. More tomorrow!