Scale; it’s what’s for dinner. Tonight’s photo has it in spades, and it’s by Karel Thole.
It was definitely an odd day today. Started super early for the Ho, who took her car into the shop because she’d been having some weird noises coming from her brakes. They ended up being fine, but better to be safe than sorry, right? Right.
I did not get up super early with her since we were going to bed at 3am last night, and there was no way I was going to get a day’s work done on 4 hours of sleep. I just know how that messes with me – I’ll come home afterwards, sleep for another three hours, and then be a zombie for the rest of the day, at least when it comes to being able to sit in front of my computer and focus to get work done.
Instead, I was up at 8:30 like usual, taking care of the pups, and then going into the office for rent. Came home, helped on some stuff with the bear, then ate breakfast finally while she did some narrating. Then, I did work, and got *almost* all of my work done before it was time to take her to the metro station to go downtown for her rehearsal. Came home and ate dinner after that, and finished the work I’d resolved myself to do.
(That reminds me, I still have to go load that lesson into the system before I sleepy-sleeps).
Then, I walked the pups, and cleaned up the apartment so it would be respectable by the time Liz came home, and I wrapped her birthday presents and set out the cupcakes I’d bought on my way home from dropping her off at the metro station.
It’s really amazing how quickly a day goes by, you guys. You feel like you should have so much more time to get shit done, but it disappears SO QUICKLY. Like, on a schedule. It’s not just subjective. You look at a day on your calendar and start filling stuff in with how long you know it will take, and you realize you’re not going to get half the shit done you want to.
Well, I am not worrying about that for the next two days, nosiree. I am taking two days off, motherfuckers. And, I’ve earned it.
I did NOT get writing done today, but I’m going to be writing like a boss between extended naps and over laziness over the weekend, and crushing it next week, too. I actually feel quite confident writing that. Today was the first day this week that I didn’t get my writing hour in. That’s such a major improvement over the last two months since I finished my “Starstuff” rewrite.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what I WANT. What is going to make me happy. The past week, as you know, has been spent a lot thinking about TV writing. Today, I found myself considering a lot of continuing to do exactly what I do right now, like this is it; have my day job and write novels, and write enough novels to eventually be able to support myself just writing them. There’s a lot of upside to that life, to be honest. A lot. It’s definitely worth the thought…so maybe I’ll spend this next week considering that path.
See…I’ve finally realized over the past couple years that what I really love is story-telling. The pull, the back and forth, and the indecision comes from how much I really love working in my own space at my own pace with only myself to answer to, aaaaandddd my deep, deep love and fascination with TV & Film. Obsession, really. And, I’ve always had it. All the way back to the TV shows that I was making for my imaginary gnome empire in the redwood forests when I was 4. iIt’s a love affair that goes back that far. So…yeah. It’s a big decision. It’s worth the time spent imagining the different lifes. And, honestly, I’m blessed to be able to make a choice like that.
I think that’s all I got tonight. It’s struck midnight, which means my beloved has turned another year older and wiser…even though she was singing “Love is in the House” while rolling out her back tonight, and I had to show her that the actual TITLE of the song is “Love is in the Heart.” So, you know, take the “wiser” part of that birthday phrase with a healthy dose of skepticism.
Goodnight, chaps. See you tomorrow.