It’s April, and yet here I am just now making a New Year’s resolution. The only really great thing to come out of E being gone on set for a month (other than the fact that, ya know, he filmed a pilot) was that I had a lot more time to myself and a lot more time to write.
I wrote when I woke up, and then a bit when I got home, and got into the habit of writing or reading rather than what I’d usually do. (Watch TV, troll Facebook, check Instagram, stare into the fridge until some food spoke to me.)
I forgot how much can be accomplished in a day, even a weekday when you’re working and come home slightly exhausted. Still being able to continue writing and get something of your own done feels… pretty great, really. And on the weekends, there were often entire days where I did nothing but write. I’m currently working on two side projects that I’m really excited about, and most important is that they just make me plain happy to work on.
E is oddly enough also in a place where he has to spend his downtime working on writing and reading. (For him it’s reading other writers scripts and working on his series document.) It’s actually been nice. He can read a script, and I can read Infinite Jest. (I never read this book before, because I was intimidated by the length, but I have to say that I’m loving it. It’s weird and funny and very inspiring.) On the weekends, he can work on his pilot material, and I can work on my own projects.
I don’t know what will come of these projects. Hopefully one will be published, and the other will be seen. Worst case scenario is that I’ve spent a lot of time on something I really enjoy, so it’s not a bad situation to be in at all. It also, of course, means slightly less blogging on my end. Not that blogging is part of the bullshit I’m spending less time on, god knows I love blogging, and I’m determined to do at least two posts a week.
So there you have it: my belated new year’s resolution is now in full swing. Plus, I’ve written it on this blog, so other people can now hold me accountable and potentially shame me if I start slacking. (Feel free to shame me, btw. Shame is an oddly motivating force that is entirely underrated.)