Hi, folks.
Been lurking for a long time, sorry to reappear by asking for help, but I'm struggling.
Does anyone else feel as though with the world in this state, writing is futile and trivial and like fiddling while Rome burns? That within the next few decades, if not sooner, things will be so bad that books will be among the least of our concerns, so there's no point?
I don't think this is depression/anxiety as such, I'm not even sure whether to call it writer's block: it just sometimes seems like a perfectly logical response to the world as it is.
But not writing makes me miserable, and even if it is futile, I'd rather be doing it than not. It's just really hard right now.
So. Anyone have thoughts on how to deal with this?