I find it funny how I’ve spent the last few minutes staring at the screen, trying to write about this. Even when writing about writer’s block, I get writer’s block.
I would say that COVID lockdown has been the main culprit of my writer’s block, but that would be a lie. When lockdown hit back in March, I was loving the work from home aspect and was churning out blogs like nobody’s business! Bokos, style, travel, illness; you name it, I had written it. But come the end of May, I seemed to lose every ounce of creativity I had.
I think my brain finally joined my body in lockdown. Working from home has its perks, but certainly not when it’s the busiest time period in your job, and you simply cannot access everything you need to. It’s been nigh on impossible to get a doctor’s appointment to help decipher my mystery illness, so it’s been plaguing my mind every night. So when it comes to writing for my blog, I just sit in front of a blank screen, trying to type some semblance of a plan out.
We’re living through unprecedented times, through a darn pandemic. Everything is going to be different; normalcy is a foreign concept right now. I’ve accepted that I won’t be able to work to my full creativity and happy capacity. However, little moments of foregin normalcy are starting to crop up here and there, little pockets of golden moments. After seven long months, I was finally able to see my grandparents and aunt (from afar of course).I’ve gone for walks in Winchester with my parents and my family dog. Work has slowly taken its foot off the accelerator. I’ve even managed to get a diagnosis after eight months! (But that’s another post for another time…)
So, with each little golden moment, each little pop of happiness, I know my creativity is slowly coming back. For now, I don’t know if that means I’ll be back posting twice a week. Maybe once a week, maybe fortnightly, or maybe even more! All I know is that I don’t want to push it for the sake of pushing it; I want to keep up the joy that comes with writing.
So, whilst I might not be over my writer’s block or lockdown brain yet, I’m definitely making progress. I’m looking forward to furrowing my brow, staring at a blank page, and sipping tea as I pout. I’m looking forward to reading my half scrawled notes of inspiration that hit just before I fall asleep. I’m looking forward to straightening my back, tying up my hair, and tapping away on the keyboard, a little smile on my face. Writer’s block, let’s be having you.