Tag: violet lane
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Sketchbook #55
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.
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Sketchbook #54
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,…
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Snapshot #153 | 10 Things for 17 May 2020
Lockdown’s starting to get to me, guys. I’m: falling | rationing | discovering | planning | working | finishing | waiting | starting | making | switching
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Snapshot #152 | 10 Things for 3 May 2020
Still stuck inside. I’ve been: sorting | going | baking | discovering | finding | admitting | finishing | starting | watching | making
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Sketchbook #53
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…
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Sketchbook #52
“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?
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On writing, anxiety, and COVID-19.
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.)
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Sketchbook #51
Is it just me, or is the year moving really quickly? But in a weird way: there’s part of me that feels like January and February took forever, but then I freak out because how is it March already? It’s probably just me. Anyway. February.
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Sketchbook #50
I’ve got to rebuild routines that the holiday season shattered, and find my way back into stories I haven’t thought about in a month. I have to navigate a minefield of existential crises, brought on by that same new year/birthday season. January is dark and rainy or so cold I can’t even bring myself to…
Reghan Skerry 