On the last Monday of the month, I like to check in and let you guys know what creative projects I’ve been working on, and what sort of progress I’m making.
March has been ok, I guess, but a bit different than I’m used to. I spent the first week or so deep in planning mode, trying to figure out what my creative goals actually are, and figuring out how to go about achieving them.
It’s been… surprising.
Not all of it, of course. Photography is still my priority. The 52-week project is still going well (I’m getting it done, even when I’m not really into it, which is part of the point), and I’ve started looking at some of the other photo projects I want to work on over the next few months. And drawing is still a comfortable hobby—I’m still stuck on the same plateau I was on in February, but I’m (slowly) seeing some improvement. It’s not something I stress about too much.
The surprise is that, apparently, I’m not done with writing fiction.
Which isn’t to say that I’m actually writing again. But when I was thinking about what I want to do, how I want to spend my time, writing kept coming up. And I keep playing with ideas that feel like novels or scripts, and I have this slightly-uncomfortable feeling that, at some point, I’m going to want to start writing one of them.
I really don’t know how I feel about that.
I still haven’t figured out how to go about the whole thing without burning myself out and starting to hate the entire writing process. I’m starting to think of ways to get around my natural tendency toward perfectionism (which is a problem in everything I do, but is particularly damaging when it comes to writing), though it’s not a problem I’ve come close to solving yet.
So.
That’s what March has been like: a lot of thinking about projects, but not nearly enough progress. Now that I know what I want to do next (or, at least, now that I have some ideas), I should be able to start getting some real work done in April.
Wish me luck.
Reghan Skerry 