So… things kind of fell apart over the past two weeks, didn’t they? I’ve been: regretting | cutting | realizing | wanting | trying | feeling | finishing | wishing | keeping | ordering
I finished a draft of Violet Lane last week. (I say ‘a draft’ because at this point, I honestly don’t know how to number the drafts of this thing. Is it the first draft? The third? Yes and yes.)
So. The last two weeks. I’ve been: thinking | baking | reminding | daydreaming | digging | wishing | making | abandoning | trying | running
September hasn’t been terrible, and after July and August, I’ll take it.
But I do need to get past ‘not terrible’ and start making real progress again.
I suppose it was inevitable, and I’m not at all surprised it’s happening now, when the days are getting noticeably colder and shorter, and it feels like winter – and the end of the year – is just around the corner.
The doubts are starting to creep in.
Most months, I take this post as an opportunity to reflect on the creative goals I’d set, and decide what I want to try to do in the coming month. Sometimes, taking that time to reflect leads me in a direction that doesn’t really fit into the standard format I’ve established for these ‘sketchbooks.’
Which is a roundabout way of saying this might be long, and it might ramble a bit. I’m trying to figure out some stuff, here, and if this isn’t the best way for me to do it, at least it’s been effective in the past.
Ok? Let’s go.
The way I’ve been managing my creative life – the things I’m working on, my creative energy, my time – isn’t working.
So. The last two weeks happened. I’ve been: finding | wondering | giving | making | drinking | wishing | looking | trying | starting | hoping