I haven't been drawing in ages. I'm swamped with my dissertation. I'm going to graduate this spring, but at the moment it just doesn't feel worthwhile - I feel stuck and crap. All I should be doing is write, write and write, but outside of that I'm not honing my skills. All the rest of my energy is directed at knitting, which is something I obsessively picked up in the autumn to tune out stress and anxiety and the rest of the world out there. I love it and I'm getting pretty good at it, but as my time is split between that and a pretty miserable attempt at writing, nothing is giving me a sense of development and personal achievement.

I know it's just this spring left, but after that I have to get a job of some sort and then what? I haven't had the energy to get myself any workshop access to continue printmaking, either, and once I graduate there will not be one.

When did picking up a pen become this hard? Or waking up in the morning?