am i really all the things that are outside of me?
Thing have been busy lately. When are they not? But just like always, things have been busy. I still managed to have three separate talkthroughs of the proto-outline for Dogsview Ln., and it's possible I've had at least some kind of a break. I think I have enough to start laying out scenes... enough to make a story out of. I've been watching a lot of horror films and keeping notes to myself about what I'd like to see and what kind of a world and characters I think are right (and available, and marketable, and novel) for this. Then, after a talk with Pat about fear and helplessness, a lot of disparate-seeming pieces started to fall into place. The next step -- tomorrow, a day set aside for no other task -- I have to start getting it down in order, on the page.
I haven't touched Wyatt, Walk Away. Embarrassing but true. Time budgeting has just become a really stressful thing lately, and we all know it's not one of my strengths on a good day. But between extra hours at Laika, trying to move forward on Dogsview Ln., making the right amount of time for my girlfriend, socializing a tiny bit here and there, and watching films when I can (whenever I can't focus, which is often), I just haven't had the time to spare for editing. I mean, on top of everything else, I'm in worse shape than average (which isn't so hot), and I really need to get back into gym-going, but so far I haven't found the time for that either. At least -- knock on proverbial wood -- I'm past the point of being equally freaked out about money. For the moment.
I'm not resentful, mind you. Things are going pretty swimmingly with just about all of these things. I'm very happy with my lady, except for issues stemming directly or indirectly from the stress and lack of time, and maybe lack of exercise. My energy and focus are all over the place. But yeah, no, otherwise things are really good. She's so cool, and puts up with my shit. I miss her. I'll see her Sunday. We're going to do Something. TBD.
Jeez, what else? There's no time for anything else. It doesn't help that it's 3am as I write this, but I'd say I'm somewhere between doing really well and feeling spread so thin I can barely think straight.
Tomorrow: writing. Or outlining. Working on my story. Working on Dogsview Ln. That's it, all day and all night. Then Sunday, Jen time! Then, back to work. Lather, rinse, repeat.