Intermittent Interludes

My daughter’s summer vacation began last week, spinning my already-unpredictable schedule into a new dimension of chaos. I’ve got so many different things going on–each dependent, in equal parts, on the weather and my mood–that trying to work according to any sort of plan is beyond futile.

In no particular order…

  • The RPG is in play-testing mode, a necessary and time-consuming step in the process of getting the game’s rules together. And due to certain…realities of this collaboration with my friend, I’m pretty much stuck in a holding pattern until we have the rules sorted. No new writing, no revision work, no layout–so, I basically get the summer off from this thing, outside of my role as a play-tester.
  • I continue to go out with my camera whenever the weather is good. However…
  • Now that my daughter is home, getting outside and walking around together without the distraction of my camera is a thing that’s also happening, and by definition that takes some time away from shooting.
  • I’ve been working on a number of projects that require stinky chemicals like contact cement and spray paint. My daughter’s costume is one, art I’m doing for it’s own sake is another. Since all of the required nasty substances require a “well-ventilated area,” and the only well-ventilated place you can find in a mobile home is outside, a fair bit of good weather is being eaten up by these projects.
  • That “art for it’s own sake,” thing? That deserves a post of its own, but the bottom line is that I’ve found myself in the grip of an unrelenting need to create and experiment with various forms of visual art. And while I’m enjoying this journey immensely, it’s also taking up an immense amount of my time and attention.
  • I’ve had an idea for a novel kicking around in my skull for quite some time, and lately it’s been very insistent.

These are the big draws on my time, but there’s about a dozen other little things I’m trying to get done this summer, and the whole unsorted mess is making my head spin. I’m writing this post at about 7:30 on Monday morning, and I seriously have no idea what I’ll be doing right after it’s written, let alone how the day’s going to shape up overall.

I’d say I feel like something has gone horribly wrong with my life to be in this situation, but honestly? Flying blind doesn’t bother me nearly as much as I thought it would.