I had a better day today. Truly. Writing this morning was stop and start, no doubt, but it happened. And relatively painlessly. And I read more.
I’m enjoying the research. It gives me ideas. I definitely don’t want to get stuck in the research, surely, but up to this point of the book I’ve done NONE, so…I think I’m okay. In fact, I know I’m okay. I did research for the first book. Feels good to go back to that.
Coco’s been so uppity and anxious lately. Sigh. I think it’s because it’s been raining so much, and she doesn’t get outside like she wants to. At least that explains this particular spate of behavior. Overall, though…I think her injury and surgery really traumatized Liz and I…and thus it really traumatized Coco. AND she’s getting older. I don’t think it’s anything like dementia; she’s always seemed to know where she was, what she was doing, where the food is, who we are, where the beds are, where to go potty…all that stuff seems to be intact. So, I don’t think she’s losing her mind. BUT…I think with an assist from us, she’s feeling more fragile. Less sure on her feet. Less confident.
Coops, thankfully, has been a sweetheart. He just steers clear of her. I wish he was more friendly of a dog…but he saves all that for the humans. Which is fine.
Work was solid today. Got three titles done, which was the goal. Whew. Two days in a row I’ve done that. I should hit the weekly goal tomorrow, which if they do their thing, means I can actually deliver them as well, and do 50 in a week all by myself, which is the goal.
Turns out we’ll be handling this project for a bit longer than we expected, so I’m actually getting help starting next week so that ALL of my time isn’t taken up with it. I can help out with other projects at the same time. Which suits me nice. I will say: I feel so zonked after a full day of hunting for clips. It’s mentally exhausting.
BUT…I spared some neurons tonight for Liz and I to DJ together. She’s actually still out there, taking the set home for us. We switched off every three songs, and got in three turns each before bed. Not bad.
K. Night night. Want to keep the streak of getting up on time going. That’s the ticket to Ira figuring out this fucking outline. Byyyeeee.