Hey, look at that, I’m at 12 pages today. Technically…it should be 18, but Monday was a wash. We’ll call that a “resistance day” through and through and just let it go. And I did, to the tune of 6 pages yesterday and another 6 pages today. Whew. We’re back at it.
Skated for the rest of my day after getting those six done this morning. God, it felt good. Genuinely, the pressure for the rest of the day was practically non-existent. THAT’S why I want to both write and outline at the same time every day, because if I do, it means I get to write every day and writing makes me feel really really good. It’s just such a quantifiable, tangible marker of progress, watching those pages tick by, seeing my next book be built. So, yeah. And I sat down and did outlining in the evening as well. Not quite as much as I wanted to, but that’s a scheduling thing right now, a challenge with when the sun goes down and we want to be walking the dogs. On the early side of that, work has to be slow at the end of the day for me to slip in some early writing time. If work doesn’t cooperate, I’m basically screwed. I lose my first hour, at least. The trick has been simply to rally during the time I have left at the end, after walkos. I did that today.
The weeks are long, though, I will say that. Long. I really pack it in. Wipes me out. It’s why my weekends feel so critical, why I crave nothing going on for them. Rest. Let the mind drift. No push.
Anyway…that’s what’s up tonight in bed. And we going to sleep oooonnnn time. Night night.
—artwork tonight is by Ralph McQuarrie