busy Monday

up at 6, read my horoscope, it says to get dressed, so I do and I watch the sunrise on the balcony while journalling, go inside at 7 and work on my commercial for the Toy Conglomerate, it's a three-minute commercial and they sent me 47 pages of notes on my second draft, Puhg wakes up at some point and heads out for a walk, when I finish the script I put on my Taylor Swift zip up and head to the cafe, get there just about 9 am

order an iced tea from my preferred barista, sit with Puhg and we talk about travel plans for summer, the festival in Edinburgh mostly, he's got a job interview and I wish him so well, I stay for another hour reading my Polumbo book and organizing my schedule for the week, it's a busy one, I open Instagram to see some DMs and likes and news about Iran, terrifying and disturbing

shuffle home for a quick dance workout and shower before my 11 am zoom with my producers for the animated film, I really like these guys but it's interesting to work on a team of men, so different from what I'm used to, they're goobers, we're pitching AM next week and then SR, lots to do and we're behind but that's not my problem, though it IS MY PAYCHECK!

as soon as I hop off my lawyer calls, we talk about my two theatre deals, everything sounds like good news, I really like her though she always sounds tired, she asks for some follow ups for the feature deal, it's so important to trust who you do business with I have learned--though I paid the price to learn

my fingers FLY on emails, writing my Toy Conglomerate producer and my theatre producers and suddenly it's been half an hour so I have to shove all my junk into my backpack and drive to AB's for our writing session

great work today honestly, we cruise through many scenes totally in lockstep, her husband comes home halfway through and we talk about being multi-hyphenates and how to order our loves, for me it is so easy as it always has been I love to write more than anything, if I had it my way I'd live in a box for ten hours a day with nothing but my notebook, we end around 5:20, drive home, sit in my parking space for a little while confirming tomorrow's morning meeting and congratulating the indie producer who is putting up my play this spring!

realize I've only eaten four piece of veggie bacon a yogurt and banana but it's 6 PM smash in my headphones, go full blast on Sabrina Carpenter, trot to the store, help the unhoused man and his two carts in the door, he doesn't want help but he needs it and ain't that always the way, I decide on frozen pizza for dinner, run-into a Chicago musician in the chip aisle we talk about how he's gone back to teaching and it sucks, read through more commercial notes on my phone in the long check-out line

at home I cook up veggie buffalo wings and write the DC theatre director all the good and bad news,  I don't know her very well but I am hopeful about what we will make--and soon, which is wild, I text my friend Dizz and my friend Cass and my sister and mom and the young actor I am so worried about and I watch one video about fascism and try to come up with a bunch of jokes for 10 yo girls and open this blog post