The dog doesn’t know what the hell is going on.btoo many of us are home, but not all of us. Our walk was moved back about a half hour, and the weather is still cool, cloudy, and potentially rainy. The house is now weekend chaos but on a week day. His poor little puppy mind is scrambled because of it. Usually after our walks he retires to the bed in the primary bedroom for a lengthy nap, but since the kids are home he’s out here in the living room at attention like he expects we’re going to gather up our things and leave (albeit very late) for school. He didn’t get to say hello to the other school bound dogs, or pee in his usual spots along the way. Poor poochie.
I need to get to work as I still have twenty or more pages left to construct, and then background images to update for the new brand guidelines. So I’m not out of the woods yet. A full eight hour day awaits! I best be about my business sooner rather than later.
Also — w00t-w00t it’s another day 800 for the writing streak. No, I haven’t done anything with my children’s book in more than a year. I know, I know, I need to complete the artwork and release the full colour pdf here, but I have almost completely forgotten about it. I started it when my eldest was four, she’s well on her way to twelve now, so more delays won’t hurt anybody! Ha. I also haven’t really written any new fiction in a long time, and I’m ok with that. I’m a terrible writer, so the world isn’t missing out because I’ve become gun shy. The pandemic just helped me to focus, because I needed something, anything to help me through it. And now we’re mostly past it, and on to bird flu, ebola, monkeypox and any number of issues waiting to spring up on us. Oh joy!
If I can beat my former high score of 831 days straight I’ll be really pleased with myself. There’s no end game here. No new money to be earned. My ad revenue is sat comfortably at .15$ and has been that way for about a year or so. Which means I’m certainly not doing all of this for the money, because there is none. And it isn’t for fame or notoriety, because there is none of that available either. Just shear love of the game. Getting jumbled thoughts out on paper to make more sense of my daily life is about the pinnacle of my writing career. Helpful internally, not so much for any other type of external rewards. Though, I say that, there was this one random day in July of last summer when I hit 1,500 plus views in a single day, and that set my heart a flutter. It was a wild rush. I was pleased as punch with that. All out of Germany. Never found out what caused the spike. Just the home page & archives. Neat!
I’m having the second best year ever here this year, so that’s felt kind of rewarding in and of itself. Maybe because I publish every single day, it’s more free content for the web, and my posts stay on/ or come up on the reader daily. I don’t know much about it. I just blog nonsense here most days. Ruminations on daily suburban life. Dishes and laundry. Tree planting and lawn care. Sometimes if I am doing a wood working project I will chronicle that, but those episodes are rare. I used to sculpt a whole lot more, but it seems to escape me now. I don’t play my guitar as much as I used to either. Getting older, and losing the desire I suppose.
On occasion I have been known to get introspective or morose, but that’s few and far between. Welp! Onwards & upwards. I have work to do.
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