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Man...
I think that I just can't not do anything. I dropped the artist alley go-round for a year partly because pre-con prep* was taking over my life, and now I have collected:
-- a part in the A-Kon PR/marketing committee (the most active part of which should be over in a month or two), which involves both web coding and art and, possibly, blogging and podcasting
-- a monthly obligation about which more later, but at least the person who talked me into it knows about my schedule and we both regard this as a trial
-- another seekrit projekt underway which, all things going well, should debut in November
-- a different seekrit projekt which thankfully seems to have fallen apart, ironically because it has to do with ADHD and as all participants had ADHD, getting us all pointed in the same direction was like herding cats
-- have conceived a grad desire to sew bags out of cute fabrics, potentially to sell at A-Kon next year (I've already embarked on creating a pattern for one and made a test bag, which I now need to disassemble to improve upon - just the test only took 1.5 hours to sew, and once I get the pattern solid, should only take me 45 minutes or so do to each)
--and also have an almost unbreakable urge to write, write, write.
However. All things being equal, I really really really prefer my overcommitted creative periods to the periods when I have very little on my plate and the inability to do more, because during those periods I am dead inside and either depressed or skirting the edges of depression. I am by no means manic during the creative periods, so no worries on that front, just bursting at the seams with the need to DO SOMETHING and HAVE A PRODUCT AT THE END.
The second-least favorite times are those when I have that NEED and yet cannot actually do anything, either because I am heading into or out of that depressive state, or because something like my ADHD is making it impossible to sit down and do stuff.
And my family always called me lazy, because I liked to sleep late on the weekends. I THINK NOT.
* 90% of which is, let's admit it, avoiding doing pre-con prep. It's stressful because I can't do anything else because I feel so bad abut not doing pre-con prep.
-- a part in the A-Kon PR/marketing committee (the most active part of which should be over in a month or two), which involves both web coding and art and, possibly, blogging and podcasting
-- a monthly obligation about which more later, but at least the person who talked me into it knows about my schedule and we both regard this as a trial
-- another seekrit projekt underway which, all things going well, should debut in November
-- a different seekrit projekt which thankfully seems to have fallen apart, ironically because it has to do with ADHD and as all participants had ADHD, getting us all pointed in the same direction was like herding cats
-- have conceived a grad desire to sew bags out of cute fabrics, potentially to sell at A-Kon next year (I've already embarked on creating a pattern for one and made a test bag, which I now need to disassemble to improve upon - just the test only took 1.5 hours to sew, and once I get the pattern solid, should only take me 45 minutes or so do to each)
--and also have an almost unbreakable urge to write, write, write.
However. All things being equal, I really really really prefer my overcommitted creative periods to the periods when I have very little on my plate and the inability to do more, because during those periods I am dead inside and either depressed or skirting the edges of depression. I am by no means manic during the creative periods, so no worries on that front, just bursting at the seams with the need to DO SOMETHING and HAVE A PRODUCT AT THE END.
The second-least favorite times are those when I have that NEED and yet cannot actually do anything, either because I am heading into or out of that depressive state, or because something like my ADHD is making it impossible to sit down and do stuff.
And my family always called me lazy, because I liked to sleep late on the weekends. I THINK NOT.
* 90% of which is, let's admit it, avoiding doing pre-con prep. It's stressful because I can't do anything else because I feel so bad abut not doing pre-con prep.
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Let me guess -- were they all morning people? Or at least substantially more morning-ish than you? NOT THAT THIS SOUNDS FAMILIAR OR I AM REMOTELY BITTER, OH NO.
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I especially got it when visiting my grandparents - they tend to go to sleep at 9 PM and get up at 5:30 AM, after 8ish hours sleep. I'd go to bed at 2 AM and get up at 10, after 8ish hours sleep, but I was lazy for sleeping late.
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