Liz out in the living room right now killing it with her second DJ set of the day. It makes me so, so happy that she uses the DJ controller as much as I do. Lately, far more! I haven’t made time for djing lately. That will change soon. I have another book to write.
Speaking of…zero in that regard today. Blech. Not tomorrow. And not for the rest of the week, come hell or high water, you heard it here first: I will get in 10 hours of writing this week. I’m not sure if that will be enough for me to finally get an outline over to Craig, but it damn sure will get me a lot closer than I am right now.
Five full writing days. 10 hours. I need to find my groove again, and the only way to do it is to knuckle down, get my ass up on time, and do the work.
I’m in bed on time, so that’s good. Coops just leaned back from licking his paws to give me “cuddle” eyes, so I shimmied over to him and gave him a big hug and a belly rub. Told him I loved him. I think he understood me.
Man. Liz just turned up the heat again out there. I thought she was winding down. Nope. Filling that dance floor again. Another round.
Work was good today. I still feel a bit scattered. I need some structure to get my feet back on the ground after the holidays. Finishing Film School. The conference, and the lead up to it. Working on it.
Gonna work harder on it tomorrow.
Werk.
But, first: rest.
Night night.