I feel a headache creeping up on me like the sun creeping up over the horizon. If I keep busy enough and refuse to look directly at the sun, maybe it will go away. My motivation isn’t as high as it could be today. I want to be making vast strides. I want to feel the thrill of conquest, but I think I’m in the trenches today.
Someone once told me that writing on the days it feels hard is the most important. You’re getting stronger those days. The days it feels easy you’re simply benefiting from the work you’ve already put in. I think about that a lot.
Today I am lifting, running, jogging, doing pushups on my knuckles, metaphorically. All for the sake of that silly Beach Knight and his wacky adventures. I love him and his wacky friends. If I didn’t, none of this would be worth my while.
If I can squeeze out a thousand words I’ll consider myself a war hero. If I can get at least three hundred . . . I’ll consider myself satisfied.
May all of your strivings lead to gain and glory. May the headache never arrive.
Don’t stare directly at the sun.
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Sometimes my wife has to remind me not to stare directly at the sun.
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