It has been 5 months since I last saw my husband. Airport closures have prevented me from returning home to Panama. I’ve rebooked my ticket so many times, I don’t get my hopes up anymore.
I thought this would be a source (albeit, a negative one) of creative energy. Instead it has been a block. What little I have written is shallow and empty of meaning. My heart is not in it.
Luckily, I have broken the seal on the rewrite of an old, beloved project I had been avoiding. This has brought me some joy.
But we are all going through a very weird time now. Even if we’re not watching the news or consciously thinking about what is happening all day, it’s affecting us.
Add into the mix our personal issues, emotional residue, and just generalized anxiety about the future. Sometimes you just want to hug a pillow all day.
We may not have the capacity to be as creative and productive as usual. But we are not machines and we need to slow down and listen to what we need emotionally, mentally, and physically.
Give yourself some time and space to purge, process, and heal. When you are ready, you will feel it. Then you can get back to the journey onward.
We are all writing our way home to ourselves.
Are you experiencing writer’s block during COVD?
How are you managing it?