It occurred to me earlier this week that I have not, outside of a slew of dgp manuscripts this fall, been able to read a book in about a year (give or take a month ) Submissions are easier, since chapbooks are short and poetry uses a different kind of brain for me, but even that experience was more like looking for the kind of work I like to publish normally and less about immersing myself fully in the book, as one does with fiction, which is what I've been lacking the past 10 months or so. What I've been missing is that immersion in fiction I usually crave, but it takes a certain kind of headspace that the pandemic seems to have stolen (the ultimate irony is that with extra home time and everything closed you'd think it'd be the perfect time for tucking in with a book, but most nights I am much more interested in doomscrolling on my phone until I fall asleep.) Besides, am far too anxious and alert on public trans, where most of my novel reading gets done to read at all. it's a strange absence for me, and one it might have taken a couple months to notice. I thought it would come back in late summer when I went back to commuting, but it apparently did not.
Visual art is similar, though it's less about immersion and maybe more about creative impulses. I've been thinking about the ways in which my writing brain differs from my visual brain and the key may be a certain creative flow that crisis mind doesn't allow to happen. Outside of a few watercolors and some things for my Patreon, and maybe the video poems, I've been much less inclined to pull out the markers or collage goods or even work digitally, which applies to cover designs and graphics for the library in addition to my own pursuits. This weekend, I did some postcard sized landscape paintings for my subscribers and it felt good, but it was like pulling teeth to actually get me in the right headspace. I do have a couple ideas for projects that have sprung up in the past couple of weeks, so maybe this is changing. Maybe I need to just put the pedal to the metal and make it happen.
Back in the spring, writing, too, felt this way, but 2020 actually wound up being reasonably productive in that arena. My writing process always feel more like creating pieces of a puzzle in small bursts that add up to a whole, and it's easy, once I have the overall vision, to create those pieces. Launching a new series is always hard, which is why it helps to have several things going at one time. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I'm set to mostly finish up the unusual creatures revisions by the New Year, so will be moving onto something entirely new (there are a couple options, but I'll see which one is speaking to me more in January.) Writing sometimes feels like running laps, so digging into the routine is what gets things done, and each new lap is easier. (I say this as a person who hates to run, so maybe that's a bad analogy.)
