And now for a little introspection.
I'm going to be 33 years old on Monday. That feels important, somehow. Like I actually might need to pay attention to it. Of course, my nerd brain wants me to celebrate 0.66666... and i probably will. In any case, there is a certain amount of reflection. I would like very much to go through the catalogue of pieces I've written since the beginning of time (I'm not being grandiose, it's just that my perception of time couldn't start until I started, so as far as the relative physics are concerned, time did, in fact, start for me when I became sentient) and see which of them, if any, are worth reworking, rehashing, or retiring. Performance poetry has taken me by storm, and I haven't been giving attention to my knitting (sorry, Dr. Client. I know you're waiting.), my stories, my *shhh* novel *it might hear us*... I have a lot of stuff to catch up on. But poetry is a wonderful and cruel mistress, and I just can't seem to get out of her boudoir without her scent wafting up from my clothes when I walk down the street.
I'm starting a cool writing project with a friend involving ultimate editing control that has me pretty excited. I am really trying to concentrate on getting my house in order, both literally and metaphorically. I have plans with two different individuals regarding podcasts that make me want to sit in libraries and just do research all day long. Stay 'tuned,' because I expect one of those to break soon. I am getting a cat. I think we all know the secondary reason there, but the first is definitely more compelling. I liked being a family of one and a half. My little girl and I were inseparable, and I miss her often and hard, but it's time I let some new furry beast into my life. And with a four and a half, I've plenty of space for the furball to roam, play, and destroy my textiles.
Have you got multiple creative projects on the go? How do you keep them in some sort of restrained chaos and not lose track of your life? Leave me a note in the comments.