Let’s say, hypothetically, that your book is on submission.
Let’s also say you are of a more neurotic nature, and find yourself obsessing.
Let’s also say your name is Victoria.
So, you’ve been writing, and reading, and baking. But say you get to the point where you just need to blast some music and keep your fingers busy so you don’t refresh your email, make sure Allister (your Blackberry) is working, or harass any other devices.
What do you do?
Well, if you are Victoria, you draw patterns.
I developed this tic last year. I was sitting in my fiction class one day, listening to the professor speak, and I began to doodle in the corner of my notebook. I drew a few spirals. And then I drew more. And more. It became a nervous tic of a motion, and the spirals built on each other until they covered the page.
I lost myself in them, lost my fingers in the motion. It became my version of knitting, albeit less productive. And then when it came time for my to do my illustration projects (I have a degree in design) I began to pattern there too.
For one, I liked the way it looked, I had a newfound fascination with intricacy, with the sheer investment of time. But also, it was just so…soothing.
I’ve started drawing patterns again. They’re creeping onto my pages. Taking over the white space where words would go if I could focus*.
*That’s not entirely true because I have been writing too, and ATB is over 100 pages, but you better believe if I’m not typing, I’m doing this.