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Jun. 27th, 2022 09:38 pm Trying to not question too much what my brain is doing in its regeneration process from burnout. Yesterday, after finishing a great ARC and a Critical Role episode I found myself scrolling through old and even ancient story files, and pulling them down off the shelf, metaphorically, to leaf through.
I doubt I've actually hit a different stage of mental development, but there's definitely something cyclical happening with this. And it's always interesting to discover yourself at a fresh remove from older writing, and seeing new patterns/flaws in them.
I think I'm reorienting myself to myself as a writer, and learning a few things I didn't notice before about who that is, too.
It's weird to be setting up a new stage of life with new freedoms after a lot of restrictions, cramps on time. It's weirder to be trying to settle into what feels like a really attractive rhythm while the world continues to crack apart. While I wait to hear if my mom's cancer is being impeded by the treatments or if it's moving as fast as ever. (Do I need to keep an eye out for cheap flights? Or do I need to keep an eye out for places my parents could move into to be nearer to everyone? Do I need to just chill?)
And still today I got to write in a pretty sunroom while it rained about kids making art. So that was pretty great.
I doubt I've actually hit a different stage of mental development, but there's definitely something cyclical happening with this. And it's always interesting to discover yourself at a fresh remove from older writing, and seeing new patterns/flaws in them.
I think I'm reorienting myself to myself as a writer, and learning a few things I didn't notice before about who that is, too.
It's weird to be setting up a new stage of life with new freedoms after a lot of restrictions, cramps on time. It's weirder to be trying to settle into what feels like a really attractive rhythm while the world continues to crack apart. While I wait to hear if my mom's cancer is being impeded by the treatments or if it's moving as fast as ever. (Do I need to keep an eye out for cheap flights? Or do I need to keep an eye out for places my parents could move into to be nearer to everyone? Do I need to just chill?)
And still today I got to write in a pretty sunroom while it rained about kids making art. So that was pretty great.
