On-line, members of a writers’ group I belong to have been posting what they’ve been doing during the lockdown. I’ve been interested in the responses–which vary from watching a lot of TV to accomplishing a couple thousand words a day–because I’ve done almost no creative writing in the last month. I also haven’t been binge watching any TV shows or reading books or doing research on the computer. I did help close-up our place in Florida and then spent two days in a car with my husband traveling to Michigan (followed by two days recuperating from that trip), but I didn’t use that time to mentally work on my current story.
It’s as if my mind has gone on lockdown, and I don’t like that.
Oh, I’m not just sitting around doing nothing. I am cleaning closets and drawers, setting aside items I haven’t worn or used for years to either be tossed or given to Goodwill, and I’m going through files and tossing or shredding materials that are no longer relevant or needed. I’m exhausted by the end of the day, but it all feels like busy work. Like I’m treading water. Waiting.
Are any of you having the same reaction to what’s going on around us or are you using this time to move forward with your writing?
Any suggestions on how I might shake this ennui?