Upon further reflection, I think perhaps I’m not as straightforward about why I’m starting to feel burned out. It’s not just the balancing act between the things I want to create and every other aspect of my life, although this is definitely contributing.

On the one hand, I want to create something for art. On another, for money. On another, for culture. I don’t know how to balance each, and the nature of things is that one really, really has to buckle down and focus in order to accomplish anything.

I’m not a sprinter. I’m not a marathoner. I’m a wander-through-the-woods-er, taking pictures of flowers and moss alike, trying to catch lizards, identifying every species of moth and butterfly I can find. A multi-tasker. A poly-potentialite, according to recent internet trends.

In any case, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that not every single idea that pops in my head needs (or deserves) to be a full-length novel, and I’ve been seeing people do some amazing things with short story collections lately. I suppose I’ll have to re-work things to see where they stand, if anything can be salvaged and reworked or if it must be culled.

I’ve spent my weekend taking a break, cleaning out parts of my home I’ve been avoiding and replacing mess with shelves. I hope a clearing and organizing of my physical space will encourage the same for my mental one.

Much love,

BH ❤