I’m going to keep this short. I’ve got a bigger end-of-year thing coming later in the month, and really… November wasn’t much different from any other month this year. I had some good writing days. I edited some photos. Not as many as I wanted, but more than I thought I might. It wasn’t ideal,…
I didn’t want to write this post. I wanted to be able to write about how I wrote every day—or at least most days—in October, and about how happy I am with the progress I’m making on Birthday Girl. I wanted to be able to write about settling into a good routine, at the very…
Welcome to September. A few days late, but time is still weird so I’m not going to worry about it too much.
June wasn’t the most productive month, even by pandemic standards. But I’m ok with that. I needed the time to regroup and reset so I can get out of the weird holding pattern of the last few months and get back to work.
For the first time since March, I was able to start thinking about fiction again, and start taking photos again, and in the last two weeks or so I’ve even been able to concentrate for more than ten minutes at a time. This was the month that I started to feel like an actual, functional,…
Over the last few weeks, one of my writing friends and I have been talking (emailing) about trying to do creative work right now, in this world. About how difficult it is to get into the flow of it, and how deep work is almost impossible. Routines are shot to hell; writing time is being…
“I’m looking forward to March,” I said. “It’s going to be a good month,” I said. Wow. So… I should know better than to tempt fate like that, I guess?