A frantic grasp for sanity - Memorizing a poem a week

Messing about in the darkroom. Experimenting with my as yet untouched sumi set. Sewing that dress I bought a pattern for last year. Finishing a damn drawing in one sitting. Reading an entire chapter without interruption. Playing a piece, of any length, on the piano. Writing a complete scene?!

All these have one very boisterous thing in common. Well, two actually. I call them thing one and thing two, but really their names are Oliver and Annabel. Oh how I love them, but they sure make me feel as unproductive as shit.

I have this vague list, more of a conceptual heap really, of things I want to do. There are these half finished crochet projects that get half unraveled every time I pull them out. The philosophy books I want to read, the websites I want to make. There’s that children’s book I’m writing and illustrating. Except my son takes such great pleasure helping that it never actually...