Day 4,433: Sparkle

Day 4,433: Sparkle

Things are starting to wrap up. Work is (hopefully?) slowing down. Christmas is a week away, now. Wild. Doesn’t feel like it. Still feels…three weeks away? Something like that. Writing was hard this morning. Very distracted. Tired is what I was. Really really tired....
Day 4,432: Reach

Day 4,432: Reach

I learned today that one of my books ads “turned on” starting December 1st. Not sure why. It was the simplest of the ads that I’ve set up so far, ie- one that targets entirely automatically…but I did learn from the little of the schooling that I’ve done so far that...
Day 4,431: And It Feels So Good

Day 4,431: And It Feels So Good

Another decent day. I actually got writing done today. That felt really, really good. Work was slow, though it’s going to be busy tomorrow and Friday…but that’s okay. I got the little respite I needed to get back in there. Liz is home. It’s windy. Read some Richard...
Day 4,430: Dreams

Day 4,430: Dreams

A better day today. Felt more normal. Did my writing. Wasn’t particularly productive, but I did it, and that’s okay. I just need to get back into th rhythm. Night night.
Day 4,429: Don’t Let It Fade

Day 4,429: Don’t Let It Fade

So, One Battle After Another was pretty good. I’m in. If you read yesterday’s journal entry, I was wagging-the-hand, I-like-it-but-don’t-love-it. After finishing it…I wouldn’t say I love the movie. There Will Be Blood it is not—Leo is a fine actor, but he’s no Daniel...
Day 4,428: Things Fall Apart

Day 4,428: Things Fall Apart

I have an inkling what it must be like for parents, worrying for their kids. It’s all I can do right now, sitting in bed: worry about them. Will they be okay? I don’t know. I keep thinking of Spock. “Each according to their gifts.” We’re not totally helpless, us...