Our neighborhood is going to be pretty exuberant with the fireworks, I think. I don’t know if they’ll necessarily be exploding on our street, but they will certainly be going off all around us. Luckily…Coops has been completely non-reactive thus far. Making sure he’s on a leash any time he’s outside, but so far, nothing.
Today was exactly what I needed it to be: mine. I got myself set up for writing this book. And, I’m trying my best to embrace the chill of it all. It’s only ten pages. Ten pages at a time. That’s nothing, really. I can fit that in my day. I can adjust, find the time, stay focused…and still live my life. I can.
I will.
This next book is, genuinely, going to be a joy to write. It’s a corker of a story. I do some relationship stuff that I’m really proud of, excited to execute…and terrified of as well, of course. Terrified that I won’t do it justice…but as my best friend Josh says, and Quentin does too: that’s a good thing. Make it so good you’re terrified you’ll fuck it up.
I even recorded myself a new writing set to listen to. Two hours of deep trance. I thought about splitting them up, these two more laid back sets, and pairing each them with a higher energy set in the second hour…but it was the set that was ready to record, and I really wanted to have something new to listen to tomorrow on day 1.
Tomorrow is Day 1. For real this time. Night night.