The issue with being a writer isn’t a lack of ideas, but an abundance of them.

Too many ideas, not enough time.

Lately, this time in quarantine is taking a hit on my idea bank–my imagination. My mind went from buzzing with plot hooks, character profiles, twists and crafted word play…

to nothing.

Nothing calling out to me.
Nothing in my periphery.
Just… nothing.

My mind has been so focused on getting through the day, adjusting to a new normal, working through crisis mode and adapting to an ever-changing teaching process that my creativity has waned.

It’s been fragmented to the point of almost non-existence.

It’s unsettling.

When people speak of self-care, I assumed I was doing an adequate job. Now I realize I have more work to do.

A lot more.