No gown? No problem! Well, if this pandemic has taught me anything, it's that I'm not nearly as driven creatively as I would have liked to believe. When I was younger, I was writing all the time; on the train, on the ferry, on my lunch break, and to be completely honest, at my work desk in lieu of actual work. But lately, I've grown lazy about it. I spend too much time on Twitter. It's like a creative fix. Knock out a dozen pithy and/or snarky remarks and I'm spent. Sure, I was turning out a skit once a week, some jokes and the occasional prose piece, but those venues have been closing all around me. I had done some "industrial"-type work last year for a Chinese company, but we all know what kind of shape they're in these days. I'm barely updating this blog.
I hear and read about these people binging streaming shows, cooking, baking, streaming their own shows and I'm perplexed by this. My day job has me working from home. I'm doing like a normal 8-hour shift at my PC. And when I leave my work station in the basement and commute upstairs, I still feel spent. And, of course, I want to spend time with my wife, and that's when we do our TV viewing. But instead of writing my next big screenplay, I'm clearing out the basement. When the weather improves, my wife will have me cleaning up the backyard. There's chores and whatnot. So even in a lock down, I'm still not able to carve out any major writing time. This post may be it for the day. I know, I know, people are suffering and dying out there. People's lives are being turned upside-down. But my ordinary life moves along in extraordinary times. I'm trying to keep in contact with my family, spread across the east coast. I'm trying to stay informed. But if there's an occasion to rise to, I don't feel like I'm rising to it. So, I post my anxiety on a blog no ones reading and try to vent it out of my system.
Thanks for the moment.
I hear and read about these people binging streaming shows, cooking, baking, streaming their own shows and I'm perplexed by this. My day job has me working from home. I'm doing like a normal 8-hour shift at my PC. And when I leave my work station in the basement and commute upstairs, I still feel spent. And, of course, I want to spend time with my wife, and that's when we do our TV viewing. But instead of writing my next big screenplay, I'm clearing out the basement. When the weather improves, my wife will have me cleaning up the backyard. There's chores and whatnot. So even in a lock down, I'm still not able to carve out any major writing time. This post may be it for the day. I know, I know, people are suffering and dying out there. People's lives are being turned upside-down. But my ordinary life moves along in extraordinary times. I'm trying to keep in contact with my family, spread across the east coast. I'm trying to stay informed. But if there's an occasion to rise to, I don't feel like I'm rising to it. So, I post my anxiety on a blog no ones reading and try to vent it out of my system.
Thanks for the moment.
