Tonight’s artwork is from thevaultofretroscifi, and uncredited.
Today was a bit all over the place. It started with watching the two youngest King kids – Belle, you see, was at school for her first day of 1st grade. NEW school, so there was a whole orientation thing going on, and both parents wanted to be there for it and needed help watching the two younger ones in the meanwhile. So, after I walked the pups, took in rent, and dropped the afore-mentioned pups at the groomers…I came back and helped the Ho watch the two young ones.
We actually went across the street to the McDonald’s playground, which was a stroke of genius from Liz. They loooooved it. Safe, it was pretty clean, there was plenty to do. It was a grand old time. Then we met Cat for some lunch at Poquito Mas, and wham bam thank you ma’am, it was already 1pm. I did some editing work/putzed around on my computer for a couple hours till it was time to go pick up Coops and Coco, all shorn and amazing-looking and smelling, and came home. The Ho and I took a power nap, which turned into an hour-and-a-half nap, and then I got up and walked the dogs for their nighttime walkies.
After that, I decided I needed to get my writing out of the way, so I sat down for a solid hour and wrote on the pilot script…which is so bad guys. SO BAD. It’s disheartening. It’s going to change so much…but, the more I work through the shit, the sooner the good stuff will come. Right? Right.
Then I ate, and really considered hard core getting this video lesson done that I’d wanted to…but I only had time to do that, OR do my second writing hour…and given the diatribe I wrote yesterday about BEING what I want to be instead of just “wanting” to do it…I chose my second writing hour. Very glad I did. I have a working title for it…and I do say working title on this one because I’m not sure it actually applies to the story…although I *just* had a flash of insight that might make the title work. For right now, it’s called The Long Way Home. We’ll see if it stick. BUT…it’s inspired by the imagination of my childhood; something rich and deeply rooted in my psyche, which is a fabulous place to draw from, yes? Yes.
Anywho, that’s how I finished. It’s time now for bed. I get to read some tonight if I get into the sheets early enough. Tomorrow will be a long, long day…but I look forward to it. I can DO it. No distractions. That’s the struggle.
Wish me luck!