I Just Want To Relax And Have A Normal Time - Tumblr Posts

So first I spent most of last year not making any art, to the point where it becomes distressing and bad for my mental health.

Then I wrote an entire ass novel in a little less than three months. Which I put in a drawer and promised myself I wouldn't start on the second draft until January.

Except it turned out that writing was the only thing keeping my seasonal depression at bay. So then I finished outlining an entire second sort of sequel novel before Christmas.

And then husband and kid went to visit my mom (who I finally cut off last year) and I was alone most of last week.

And now I'm 11K words into a first draft of a second one.

Why am I like this.