The most challenging thing about traveling, in my opinion, is maintaining some type of routine or schedule that supports your writing or creative endeavors. My week’s been a mess. The time change - AZ is an hour ahead of LA - is still something I can’t remember. I don’t know how many times I’ve logged into Zoom an hour before a meeting was supposed to start.

Cloudy day in Arizona. A rarity for sure. Otherwise a normal Monday while living under Covid - kids on Zoom for school, wife on Zoom for work, I’m on Zoom for work, too. Hell, we even put my in-laws in another room and ate dinner via Zoom just to be consistent.

I’m not going to start this post off with my usual observation about writing, creativity, and life. Instead, I’m going to blurt out an interesting idea I had while my family and I were driving to Arizona.

I’ve been doing a ton of reflective journaling lately in preparation for a new pilot - one that’s a love story to a scene and group of people from my formative years in the Chicago punk rock scene.

What a crazy week! I didn’t get accomplished what I had hoped to, but I’m super happy with what I was able to get done.