artist madness

 The knitting still isn’t cutting it. I’m still slowly becoming more and more in need of a creative outlet. I’ve always needed one, my entire life, and sometimes I’m better at doing something about it than others. But I’ve been dreaming. Both at night and in my waking hours. 


They’re nothing special or new, but they feel tangible. Like I may just actually get to live out some of my most precious dreams. 


The cliff is steep,

and I wouldn’t have it any other way.


Because I like to take large leaps,

instead of bite sized pieces. 


I’m not one for half measures,

I can be a little too all or nothing. 


But I’ll start editing again next week. I’ve had more than a long enough break and I can’t wait to get back to it. I’ve gotten a little bit of feedback and I’ll take it all the way to the bank, so-to-speak. 


Hoping this round of editing will feel a little more natural than the first. Writing and editing are entirely different beasts, which I wasn’t completely aware of when I started. I normally, or used to, edit while I was writing. I’d write a few paragraphs and then read them back and edit away, before writing some more. It was a pretty quick process for short pieces, but it wasn’t sustainable or even doable for an entire novel. 


Sure I can fix spelling and grammar without losing pace, but the revising parts would get me stuck. So I wrote all of draft one without revising a thing. Now its a whole written piece that requires round after round of polishing. It’s not really as satisfying as the ‘writing’ part was but all the same it must be done. 


In the coming weeks I’m sure I'll begin rambling on about the editing more in depth again. 


There a soft scraping on the inside of my skull, 

soft enough to be ignored

but irritating enough to be noticed.


Thats what needing an outlet feels like. Like I could carry one this way for a long time but it would eventually cause me harm to do so. So I’ll resume editing before it begins to rules me instead. 


Hope your creative process is going smother than mine and I’ll see you agin next week when hopefully I’m less in the midst of artist madness. 

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