Non-wheel:
10/16/2019 $287.40 NFLX 191018C285/290/P250/255 -$3.22 -$45.00
Out for a small loss; spot was up 2.40 over short call strike
10/16/2019 $283.00 NFLX 191018C320/325/P250/245 $1.42
Earnings play
Hmm. I'm doing a lot of "efforting", but not a lot of trading. Looking at possible trades, grinding through all the evaluation bits, and then discarding them. I think I may have a mild case of perfectionism going, which I need to kick to the curb stat.
I'm also feeling edgy from seeing a consistently negative P&L for so damn long. Yeah, it's a stupid emotional reaction, but it would be nice to see daylight once in a while - and it's been red for at least a month. And the trades that I've put on since then have been pretty weak, to say the least. I'm not exactly running scared, but it feels like my point has been blunted; I'm not coming up to my trading desk sharp and hungry in the way I had been. It feels like... exhaustion. But I don't know what "rest" means in this context; not trading feels much worse.
(Ah. Just got it. I'm feeling exactly like Ned Beaumont at the start of "The Glass Key", that same edgy itch - although I'm not on board with the superstition underlying his solution. Hammett, though, caught that tenor of feeling with enough precision to make me grit my teeth with envy. That's good writing, dammit.)
OK, so I fought ROKU and won - more or less. Like riding a wild bull naked: I survived the experience and came off with bragging rights, but goddamn my balls have been chafed raw! I'm still left with a synth naked call in it at 145 (-253.50 with 29DTE) as well as an SBUX fly (-120.50, 29DTE), and a wide IC that was an NFLX earnings play (-52.50, 1DTE.) I also have some cheap GE puts that I bought as a portfolio delta hedge expiring in 1 day; they did what they were supposed to do, so I got my money's worth, but seeing that -120 (1DTE) added to the total just chaps my ass.
Oh well. That last bit evaporates in a day, and I'll fight the rest of them bastards till they bleed.
So... what the hell is with me? The numbers are irrelevant - I know they are; it's not like I'd starve even if every single trade above went completely batshit.
I guess the largest context here is that I don't yet feel fully competent to do this well. Also that I'm starting to get the scope of what it will take to do well. It's kinda big. Which is fine, much as I love learning and big challenges, but... fuck, I don't know if I can stand the gaff.
All right, I'm making myself a new deal: here it is, stamped, signed, and notarized as of 6:40am on 10/17/2019. If I'm not confidently and consistently averaging $100/day by this point one year from now, I'll go back to consulting/running a business/whatever - all that stuff I've been doing for income until I started down this path - full time, and shift trading to... a spare-time activity.
Damn, that hurt even to write. And $100/day is laughably small piker bait. But that's the deal. Let me just dip this quill into that red ink - the hole in my chest has plenty - and sign it...