This is the first Wednesday of the month, and that means IWSG Day! Like much of the “free” world, I am currently writing this from inside my home in the course of a weeks-long lock down to help slow the spread of a deadly disease in order to make the terrible less terrible.
I know that many of my fellow writers are using this as an excellent time to do excellent things such as a) editing that novel and b) finishing that novel and c) researching that novel or d) short stories.
In all honesty, I’ve been a bit busy with option f) Freaking Out.
Yes, even though I have had a job (writing) that requires a lot of private time, suddenly I’m feeling like a gerbil freaking out every time it reaches yet another invisible wall.
I know it’s at least partly that I recently got a great job and recently reconnected with a great church community. Both of which are now closed. I also find it disheartening that there are signs like this one everywhere.
I mean, dinosaurs got 177 million years on earth, and we’ve only been here for 200,000. Come on, human race. If Jeff Goldblum could do it, we can give dinosaurs a run for their money too.
Honesty time. I do not like Being Told What To Do. Because I’m an American darn it. I live in the land of the free and the more than occasionally ridiculously stupid, where we have hit songs about our tendency to make the same mistake again for the tenth time because – seriously? – that wall is STILL there???
Yep. It’s frustrating. But Stay Home. Please. Gaia will thank you.
I’d like to say that – yeah, I will do what the doctors say and be Zen about it. I can pretty much get the first part down, but the second part gets my mind pacing like a caged tiger not-so-secretly planning my escape.
I imagine I’m not the only one feeling this way, so … yeah.
Anyway, how are you all doing? Finding writing harder or easier? Finding life in general harder or easier? Or is it just another day at the office?