I escape from dreary (or sad) days with reading and writing.
I begin to clear out my longtime accumulation of Books I Should Read.
Following Friday’s near-meltdown, I rearrange my priorities and begin cutting nonessential activities out of my daily routine.
I take some time for myself today, and it feels good. Setting my intention for the workout transformed the way I viewed it, and I’m thinking of trying the same thing with my work.
I marvel at how “making art full-time” so often means less than that, and discover that playing the piano badly can really help my writing brain.
I’ve got nothing left, so an artist date and some exercise are indicated. Also: I think I owe it to my art to finally take a watercolor class. Soon!
I apply myself seriously to my work post-VONA. It will be an uphill climb.