New Year's In August
Consecutive days writing at least one hour: 4, counting today.
The whole writing-every-day thing works. I know that it's an obvious thing, something that everyone always talks about, but how many people have actually tried to string together a lot of days?
I'm going to try to do at least 100 straight. That'll take me up until the day before Thanksgiving, when we may be going on vacation anyway. Kismet.
Maybe I'll even write on Thanksgiving, before the tryptophan kicks in.
The great thing about writing every day is that not only to the pages pile up, but that a script is like a camel -- it's easier to keep it moving once it is moving, than to constantly be trying to rouse it from a nap.
One for the Bedouin writers out there.
The first three days were hour-on-the-laptop days, and much progress was made. Today I just curled up with a pad of paper in Starbucks for over an hour, and just brainstormed where the rest is going.
The Starbucks district manager came in to have a meeting, and set up camp near me. I moved over one table to give them some space/chairs, and they rewarded me with a free pound of expensive coffee.
You may call it hooking me on the good stuff. I call it kismet.
So I'm determined to keep this writing-an-hour-every-day resolution going, and it occurred to me that resolutions shouldn't just be limited to New Year's, that any day is a good day to rededicate yourself to what you need to do to get where you want to be.
So I made a second resolution. My blood sugar has been creeping up with my weight, and it's time to get them both down.
So I spent 30 minutes on the treadmill today, and then swam for a while. I live in a complex with a gym and a pool -- sort of a tradeoff for living in the exact hottest spot in LA County.
(Woodland Hills. Next time they put up a weather map, look for it. I guarantee that's where the triple digits are).
I'm going to try to eat better -- not that I've been eating terribly, but there's room to eat less crap and less in general. So no fair plying me with cookies if you see me. Okay. Maybe one.
Resolutions. They're not just for January any more.