While on vacation, I started writing again. I wrote in the car, in Tucson, in the shade, in the sun and when I wasn’t writing, I was dreaming of writing.
I wish I could have done more.
That’s the thing right now, I’m feeling the pressure of time, along with the pressures of fear, stress, responsibility, distractions and anxiety.
I picked up a couple of books from my mother’s art library. One on technique, one on how to pull the creativity out of my head.
So, I have websites to create, house repairs to be done, gardens to tend, seeds to plant, and a basement to clear out. These can’t be ignored.
I have astronomy meetings, skies to view, weather to record, science to learn, and targets to practice blowing to smithereens. These will not be ignored.
I have jewelry and sculptures to carve, books to write, images to draw, and canvases to paint. These need equal time with all the rest.
Most days, this list gets to be so overwhelming that I don’t do a thing that I want. That needs to stop getting in my way.
I’m trying now to figure out how to better fit it all in. Scheduling doesn’t work with art…creativity happens in it’s own time frame. If sleep didn’t keep me healthy, I’d sacrifice more of it, but seeing as a good night consists of 7 hours, it’s not easy to trim off more.
I’m willing to sacrifice sanity (overrated), TV (except for Doctor Who), and IM time (Adium is my primary social contact). The bad habit I need to break first is that of ‘thinking’ over ‘doing.’ Doing something, anything, will be more satisfying than sitting here thinking about what I should be doing.
Maybe I’ll just put a spike strip on my easy chair to get started.
Originally published at Stage 3: bohemian. You can comment here or there.