I identify as a creative person. Always have. It’s remained a constant thread through my life, though the expressions thereof have shifted over the years.
Taking this most recent degree has been characterized, for the most part, by having to put down most creative pursuits – unless I can do it more or less on autopilot on the infrequent occasions I watch TV, it’s hard to make the time. This has led to me turning out a truly ridiculous number of crocheted blankets and scarves, and little else.
Except writing. Continue reading