We are 25 days from 1,000, you guys. TWENTY-FIVE. Holy shit!

To celebrate, I’m listening to some goddamn Beethoven, y’all. It’s all Allegro movement from Opus 92 up in hurr. Symphony No. 7, of course!

I say all that like I’d actually know that shit if you were to just name it to me…but if one were to say, “you know, that badass piece of music from the likes of The King’s Speech,” I’d then nod my head enthusiastically and say I should go find that shit on Spotify. Well, that exact convo happened a month ago between the Ho and I, apparently, because here it is on my Spotify rocking my ears tonight. Go give it a listen. Such whoa train.

I’m punchy tonight, apparently. And wiped the fuck out. Hence the punchiness.

I worked all day. So much work. So much. And, I get to do more tomorrow.

I was thinking today that I really need to re-evaluate my schedule now that I’m coming to the end of alltheprojectsallatonce times. I’m a much happier man, and the house is a much cleaner house, when I’m not working every goddamn minute of every goddamn day. Seriously. That has been my MONTH. It’s too much. I need down time. As Josh put it the other day…GET A HOBBY. GO OUTSIDE. DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN WORK.

Need to listen to that wise, wise man.

Had a solid writing hour today, however. Realized I’d skipped some steps on my rewriting for Starstuff, so that is happening next. I also made a checklist just to organize everything I need to get done. And, I think, rather than set GOALS on how fast I want to get each thing done, I’m simply going to commit to sitting down for 90 minutes at the beginning every morning and TRACKING how long it all takes me. Research. I’m doing all this for the first time. Why set myself goals that aren’t based on any prior experience? It’s silly.

Man…track got all slow at the end here, and it’s making me drift at my keyboard. I am really really really really tired, you guys. But it was a GOOD DAY today. A good day. And tomorrow will be a good day.

Today is also the last day of June, which is also the LAST DAY of the second quarter of 2016. What have I done with my time? With myself? Man…not nearly as much as I did in the first quarter of the year. It hurts me to write that, but it’s the truth. I switched jobs. That’s really the culprit. But, I own up to that. I knew it was a liability doing that, but it was also a wonderful opportunity and I took it.

Man, now it’s Swan Lake, Opus 20, aka Act 4: No 29…the finale. The final scene. Where our heroine takes her life. SHIT IS DRAMATIC TONIGHT ERRBODY. Damn those drums tho! And then the strings take over and we’re like HOLY SHIT CAN IT GET ANY MORE DRAMATIC. The answer is no. It can’t. It only gets more profound with that last, quiet bit of sweet, powerful music as we all turn and watch the sun rise on another day and the world keeps on turning and we wonder about our own significance in the world and whether that sunrise even remembers the tragedy that we’ve just watched unfold on stage. It doesn’t, doest it? Because it’s the sun. It will always rise. And so must we. Be like the sun. Rise.

I did launch a podcast that I’m immensely proud of. And I have re-discovered what it means to actually be a writer…it means sitting down every day to do it. So…for that I shall be ever grateful second quarter of 2016. I won’t forget this. And my goal is simple now for the third quarter of this year: write every day. It’s as simple as that. Just write every day. If I do that, I’ll get everything I ever wanted.

We’re closing out this month of June now with some Max Richter. His Four Seasons Reconstructed is masterful, you guys. It’s not “classical,” it’s something wonderfully in between. Check it.

Those are all the musical references I have in me tonight.

The countdown is ON, you guys. 25 days to day 1,000.