You know there are days when I desperately crave to write something.
The days where I’m just too busy with life. The days where I’m getting my ass kicked by work, relationships, life, bills, and everything in between. Somewhere amidst all of that, I just want to stop, ask for a break, and just write stuff.
It could be something stupid. Or psychologically revealing. Maybe it’s a well, articulated thought out piece, or something in between. I just need to write…
Lately, that’s becoming surprisingly difficult. Like many people, I too am experiencing the weariness of being forced to stay indoors as we weather the coronastorm (yep that’s a word I just made up and added to my laptop’s dictionary.)
It’s pretty tough, and bit depressing to write like this. My writing is often inspired by my adventures in life. Whether they are positive experiences that enlighten my soul, or just one of my many trials and tribulations, those experiences added so much value to my life. They were the best of times, and sometimes, they just fucking sucked. But overall, I was inspired in the end.
Now, most of it’s gone.
With so much free time, it’s up to me to find that inspiration. I’ve come to accept that I may write more frequently, but the quality might actually be lower.
I’m okay with this. My writing may not be knockout every time, but it’s about building my craft. Writing is more than a marketing tool — it’s an art. And good art requires hours upon hours of practice and patience.
Still…I miss going the old “normal”.
I wonder if my mom’s offer to slap me into next year is still available. I’m over this year. Oh well time to make some hot tea and keep writing.
Thanks for reading!
Dayon Cotton is a practicing stoic and is currently enjoying adventures in self-love and therapy.
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