Editing and the works

Another stream of conciousness while I'm stuck at home. Not stuck in a literal sense; I have a car and there's gas in it. I'm stuck in a mental way. I've been working on the final final final edit of Unworried all weekend. Thursday night I started it and today it's done and now I'm in this between state where I need to pick my fiance up in four or five hours from Altona which is thirty minutes away and I'm just kinda sitting here unable to make a real decision. It feels like I'm devoid of dopamine, which in turns means I'm devoid of decision making, which in turn means I'm sitting on the couch with my laptop and my phone switching between Reddit and Instagram like it's nobody's business. Scroll, I should stop, scroll on bigger screen, I should stop, email checking, scrolling I should stop. STOP! 

So i coded(claude coded but I pay for the subscription so its MINE) I coded a spin the wheel program and had it spin between gaming, writing, reading, and going to the gym. I should go to the gym since I didn't yesterday and there's no reason for me to be sitting here by myself lazy and digesting half a pizza from yesterday which did not sit well in my stomach last night and sure as shit didn't help my morning. I'll leave that image in your head for a minute. Sit with it like I did for twenty minutes. Pine scented febreeze and a tepid shower was the solution. After that derma rolled my scalp because I'm getting to that age and sat my ass down and got to work. Ten hours roughly I've spent since Thursday working on this thing. Lord willing not a minute more. It's ready to be published but I still want some eyes on it. If you're interested, find me on instagram at chxse.wntr or email me on here. OR LEAVE A COMMENT- there's been one total comment since I started this blog in September. One comment, a hundred posts. What the hell guys. 

So I'm typing and updating you with my most recent mundane Saturdays. I used to be a social butterfly but now I yearn for these days where I'm alone and able to just exist clean in my sweatpants and hood and not talk or do or go at all. Just me and my laptop. My lovely macbook. If I didn't have it, I'd go crazy.

I did some calculations and blah blah and across all media and formats, I've written 255042 words since June. If I'm good, I might be able to push it to 30000 by May. Lord willing. That's it. Thanks!

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