I am incredibly stressed. And it all has to do with Thanksgiving. It is so messed up. I would rather not have to deal with this right now. I used to love Thanksgiving. Now, it just stresses me out and makes me sad…
I got a lot accomplished yesterday. I outlined a few chapters for Lucky Day, and writing wasn’t even on my power list. I requested some reviews from people I know have purchased Naughty Week. I responded to the TV manager about the contract (it still needs to be reworked). I read. I exercised. I practiced piano. I went on a hike. I watched the news and a horror movie. It was by all means a great day. Why do I feel like garbage?
This week I need to focus on me. I have a dinner scheduled tomorrow night with a producer. If it doesn’t get rescheduled, then I’ll learn a lot more about what’s going on with that project. But it’s more than likely going to be rescheduled. I should have the manager contract completed this week, too. Once that’s done, he can start getting material out there. I will continue to outline Lucky Day. I think it’s really going to be great. No pressure to spend time with others. Take care of yourself first.
