It's 3 in the morning. Worked. Wrote. Podcasted. Sleep now.

Wiped out tonight, but I did just do my writing session. And I stopped, right when I felt like I was starting to run aground. I'm sure I'll pick up again tomorrow. Fuck me, if that wasn't what I've been missing these past couple years of struggling so much: the...

My brain feels cluttered tonight for no good reason. Sigh... I was feeling earlier about how far I've come in the past year. How much I've learned about myself, about my writing, all of it. It made me want to look back at where I was last year, and so I did. And...

Digging these writing sessions before bed. They're small. No pressure. My subconscious has been working on the issues all day. I'm figuring some stuff out. Finally. We'll see what happens when we get to working with my editor/coach, however 😛 We. Shall. See. Worked...

There's a twist in my second book that I've really struggled with. I've always felt like it was a good twist, a solid reveal in and of itself...but man have I struggled to craft the dominoes that are necessary to justify it. It just hasn't worked. Tonight...I may have...

This writing habit is working. Already. I'm looking forward to it. Jesus Mary and Joseph, I'm looking forward to it. I can feel my brain rev up towards it. I was just about to write something about "it's early, and still new, and blah blah negativity blah"...but fuck...

The writing habit experiment is working so far. I know I'm only...four days in? But, I like it. Just ten minutes of working on my story. At least. Each day. Right before bed. It's late, so I'm signing off, but today was a good day. Therapy was that fire. Productive...

Warriors win in 7? They're in a 3-1 hole. They've done it before, though not in the Finals...and not with such a clear talent deficit on the bench. Personally, I think they're done. As soon as Klay came up hurt in game 3, I knew it was over. Sigh. They're still one of...

I love how Coco leans up against me. She wants me close. I protect her. She knows if she touches me, she's safe. Coops needs to be near me, but he doesn't need to touch me. Coco needs the physical contact. It's very endearing. I'm beating myself up right now. Sigh....

I want to start a writing habit. Not writing this blog, which I've already accomplished...but for my creative writing. I've tried so many times to lock that in. And it's not because "it's the way you have to do it if you want to be a professional writer." Genuinely....