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I'm struggling with the pandemic induced lock down. I did alright for the first month, but my output, creative and otherwise, has just fallen off a cliff. The discipline I had with my downtime in the beginning of this pandemic has just disappeared. I started out trying to use this time to my advantage, and now I'm just killing time. I work with COVID-19 patients, so I'm at super high risk of being an asymptomatic spreader and have curtailed my social life accordingly. Two of my friends in my bubble have been infected in the last two weeks, and so I don't have anything to do, and no one to do it with. It's 90 degrees every day outside because I live in in Savannah and it's the summer.
I've got a few ideas for two or three stories, but I'm starting to get analysis paralysis when it comes to story decisions, and lacking ambition. All of the places I would normally go to get out of the house and write for a few hours are closed because of the pandemic, and I never realized how important that was to my daily routine. I'd say most of my writing takes place out of the house.
I think a huge part of this is my boyfriend had to move for his job right before the pandemic and so I'm alone most of the time right now. Without that human interaction I'm getting lost in my own thoughts more. The other thing is I'm a planner, and I would often plan times to write around social gatherings and events that aren't happening right now, and won't happen for at least another six to fourteen months. There's been a correlation that when I stopped planning my real life I've struggled to plan my fictional lives.
Sorry, I feel like this is a rambling rant, which is where most of writing devolves to these days.
I've got a few ideas for two or three stories, but I'm starting to get analysis paralysis when it comes to story decisions, and lacking ambition. All of the places I would normally go to get out of the house and write for a few hours are closed because of the pandemic, and I never realized how important that was to my daily routine. I'd say most of my writing takes place out of the house.
I think a huge part of this is my boyfriend had to move for his job right before the pandemic and so I'm alone most of the time right now. Without that human interaction I'm getting lost in my own thoughts more. The other thing is I'm a planner, and I would often plan times to write around social gatherings and events that aren't happening right now, and won't happen for at least another six to fourteen months. There's been a correlation that when I stopped planning my real life I've struggled to plan my fictional lives.
Sorry, I feel like this is a rambling rant, which is where most of writing devolves to these days.