#163 - The worm is about to turn

Well, only a fortnight between posts.  That is, as long as I get this one down before midnight.

During that time?  My oldest is firmly mid-30.  My oldest nephew is now living closer to us than ever before.  Armageddon seems to be have engulfed (pun unfortunately intended) Los Angeles, with the most horrific fires one could never imagine (and yet, some did, like Octavia Butler).  Working on my new vision board, and getting ready to pause the Imperial Man's stash while I jet off to the East Coast for a very chilly/cold/possibly snowy visit with my dearest friend and youngest one. Getting feedback (but no placements so far) in the screenplay competitions I've been working on.  And trying to gear up and get back into collage (not college - that's long done).

What a difference 2 small weeks can make.

And....

Take a deep breath.  The felon is coming.

#162 - Getting to be a habit

Happy Fri-yeah!

I'm happy to report I kicked myself in the butt and did manage to eek out a collage for the weekly Paris Collage Collective challenge.  As I said in my insta post, "after all, Februllage is less than a month away!"

Now, this is part of the daily writing challenge.  I did manage to try and do a bit of cinematic tweaking to my pilot episode last evening, and I do need to make a decision on entering one more screenwriting competition with that last script.

Trying to make sure I develop these good habits. Like getting the PT exercises out of the way first thing this morning (instead of waiting until 11 pm and realizing I've done none of them yet!).

I want to make the things that will help with my word of this year - Transformation - by developing those good habits.

No time like the present!

#161 - What are you doing the rest of your life?

The west and north and east and south of your life?  

Is that how the lyrics went for that song (boy, I'm getting up there in the years, aren't I?).

So, let's make this a daily habit. At least that's what the cards told me to do.  It was lovely to get another reading from my spiritual advisor/medium/friend who is so talented at the read. And the culmination of the reading, which was awesome, is that I am the emperor of my domain and I need to write each and every day.

So, let us begin.

(Hey, no one said it needed to be a lot that I wrote...)

#160 - Start at the very beginning

Another year in the books.  I'm happy to be on the other side of the weirdness that accompanies the last two weeks of the year.  Cram the Xmas Holiday down your throat, the "year in review" and no one seems to know what to do with themselves between those two days, until after "today."

The first. January 1st.  Kickoff to another year (in the year 2025...  no that song was in the year 2525. Only 500 more years to go there). 

I thought I should try and do the daily journaling here.  In the Vault.  So much to do, so little time.

This next week is choc-full of things.  As is the rest of the month.

For ME, I'm waiting on the feedback on my short which, as expected, did not make the short list in one competition. I found out I won't get that feedback until after the deadline for the next competition I want to enter. Two more to hear from this month from entries already submitted.  So. if I want to enter the other contest, I have to submit the script as is, unless I want to reframe the script, made it into a feature, change things or?  I don't think I want to do that.  At least, not now. I want to put the energy into new work (and getting back to the first script).  Still possible that the production company this was sent to is considering it, but I have no idea when I'll hear on that.

And now, I must jump into a daily collage habit as well, since I made the big purchase of the Paris Collage Collective workbook for the year.

At least, the New Year's Eve party with a new group for the hoodies was fun and enjoyable and full of laughter and new and old friends (in a petite gathering).

Ah, the first.  So much promise.  Until we realize that a good portion of the inhabitants on this little blue ball are starving, trying to avoid annihilation, all while oligarchs and idiotic politicians worldwide foist more chaos on the masses.  And we are almost completely powerless.

A lovely way to start, isn't it?  Must do what I can to bring light into the world.

Welcome, 2025.  Come on in and bring it.