Looking back, I can split August into two distinct creative phases: for the first couple of weeks, everything was... slow. I was getting some work done, but not as much as I wanted, and I wasn't really into any of it.
Mostly, it was because I had a week's vacation scheduled for the middle of the month, and I didn't want to get too deep into anything, only to lose my momentum. It wasn't a conscious thing, but... I know that it was there. (It's kind of a habit for me, and not one I'm happy with.)
That said: the vacation was actually helpful.
The last two weeks, I've been: feeling | making | researching | editing | missing | putting | rethinking | thinking | trying | wishing
The last two weeks, I've been: hoping | thinking | running | getting | finishing | looking | taking | buying | falling | making
What I'm saying is, I had a lot of time to think when I was painting. And then some more when I was getting over my cold. And it struck me how much time I lose every day to things that… matter, and that I’m interested in, but that aren’t really what I want to be focussed on. It's not procrastination, as such, it's just... not working on the right things.
If that makes sense. I’m not sure that it does.