Stealing this format (more or less) from author Dave Goodman, who does a Daynote update semi-regularly ON DECK: I am on the last ten or so chapters of the Monsters novel edits, which is frustratngly close yet still too far. DOING: Tonight is skating with pals; might get some partnered ice dance practice in if it’s not too busy, but mainly working on spins if it is. WATCHING: Doing a
It’s a cliché that as you get older, time zips by faster, but it really feels like this year is hurtling past. One of the things that has made this year feel like a weird chug to the top of a hill before the downhill hurtle has been this spring. THIS SCOTTISH SPRING. An endless dreary grey made of wet and cold and febrauries and marches that lasted three months
I’m going to put it out there: I’m a writer who has struggled with depression, anxiety, and possible ADHD. I’ve grown up always expecting the worst to happen. When things go wrong I am drowned under an ocean of deep and utter despair. I’ve given up writing more times than I’ve killed house plants. (It’s a skill, okay.) And while I’m joking about it at the moment, there is nothing