Get up at first light, currently about three thirty in the morning hours. (In the winter you can sleep in until it’s warm out.)

Spend too much time in waking and preparing the buttered bulletproof frenchpressed caffiene.

Head out before the dawn anyway.

Walk. A minimum of a mile, to the unpeopled places, and speak. Film. Consider what this job really is.

Back home, splice the footage into a vid. Publish it. Promote it, in the tiny evolving ways you know.

Stop promoting it. This is harder than it sounds.

Resist, however, the urge to rest. It’s only 7:30. You can’t eat for another four hours and you can’t sleep for another twelve, so make productive use of the hours that are left.

Begin to invent what ‘productive use’ means.