It wasn’t death today; it was eight scenes. Woohoo!
Today was the writing day I’ve known for quite some time that I could hit, but just struggled so much to do so for some reason. It started with getting up on time, for sure. I was two thirds of the way through my goal for the day by breakfast time. That’s huge for me. It’s the lynchpin…which is why resistance tries so hard to keep me in bed.
Netflix work was sporadic, which meant I was able to sneak a few minutes here and there to get most everything done writing-wise before the end of the day. I didn’t even need to sit down and do my evening sessions. A final thirty minutes or so brought me home right before dinner time. And then I watched Lewis Hamilton’s first F1 grand prix race while I ate. He got third. A podium on his first race. He and Fernando Alonso were teammates. Only for that year, I think. I think Alonso bolted after that season. He was a #1, and he could sense Hamilton was, too. It’s interesting—McLaren are trying to avoid that with Lando and Oscar, not prioritizing either of them. I don’t think it works that way, but we’ll see. A lot has changed around the mentality of sports, and the psychology that goes into it. It doesn’t have to be so cutthroat and fear-based. People can achieve top-level results with a positive environment around them. Just look at Steph Curry. So…we’ll see.
Night night.