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Day 3,721: Too Much

Day 3,721: Too Much

Not the most focused, productive day, but I got done what I could…and then I scampered off to Josh’s to end my week on the high note I knew it would: we podcasted. First of the year! We looked ahead. Talked about where we wanted to go. I’ve got places I want to go...

Day 3,720: Nappo

Day 3,720: Nappo

I was tiiiiiired today. Got my sleep, though, so that’s good! Just not used to the full work routine yet. I have grown so much, though, man, because here’s the thing: I knew I was going to feel that way. 100%. Not surprised. Not shaken or deterred. I knew I was going...

Day 3,719: Bombas

Day 3,719: Bombas

It rained today! It wasn’t supposed to—or, rather it was supposed to, but then they changed the forecast to a nope—but then it did. In the morning, and then again in the late afternoon, right before my evening writing session. Crazy! Still struggling with how early it...

Day 3,718: Boom

Day 3,718: Boom

A really solid day and start to the new (working) year! I handled my shit. Fit like a glove. Familiar. Easy. I am exhausted, but I slipped back into a work rhythm much better than I feared I would. Started with a full two-hour writing sesh. Going slow and clunky to...

Day 3,717: New Habits

Day 3,717: New Habits

I really want to get back to reading before sleep. It’s a good time for me to read, and while I did read quite a large bit more last year than the year previous, it wasn’t consistent. I read in spurts. And, at the end of the day, if that’s how I read, it’s fine. But,...

Day 3,716: The Year Is Dead, Long Live The Year

Day 3,716: The Year Is Dead, Long Live The Year

Happy New Year, everyone. 2023 was an intense one for me. But a solid one. Not exactly a banner year, or a “banger” as my friend Josh would call it, but a really, really solid year. Hopefully it’s the foundation for a banger this coming year. That’s the plan, anyway....

Day 3,715: Control

Day 3,715: Control

I remember seeing the film Control in theaters. I have no idea what it was about at the time—a friend at work had wanted to go see it and asked if I wanted to join him. I said yes, and dove into the world of Ian Curtis and Joy Division. I didn’t even know he killed...

Day 3,714: No Place Like

Day 3,714: No Place Like

Home. Wiped. Good god I’m so tired. Travel does that! Coops was waiting for me when I got home. All by himself, poor guy, but he’d been taken care of throughout the day. Sweet boy. He was so happy to see me…and now it’s like I never left. He was ready to do nighttime...

Day 3,713: Bonded

Day 3,713: Bonded

Joy is my little companion, now. We’re super duper bonded. My little shadow. She’s often asking now to be up on my lap, where she lets out a big sigh and falls asleep. Even Coco wouldn’t ASK to be on my lap. Not really, anyway. She’d look at me sometimes with big...

Day 3,712: Schadenfreude

Day 3,712: Schadenfreude

It is wild - so much of the publishing world that I’m a part of—a very, very small part, to be sure—is the frontier. It’s messy. Really, really messy. And to be honest, I stay out of it almost entirely. My dragon to slay is not the reputation of self-publishing, or to...