Writing in Lockdown
In case you read this blog in the future, I wrote this particular entry during the 2020 virus quarantine. Most people cannot go to work during this time, and outside activities are limited. In my case, I work from home and rarely travel.
I equate this experience with the movie Ground Hog Day with Bill Murry. On weekdays, I wake up at 6:00, start working, take an 11:15 lunchtime walk, and at 3:30, I turn off my work computer. I then turn on my home computer, edit my books, eat dinner, watch television, and sleep. On weekends, I wake up at 6:00, and edit my books instead of working. My life is the definition of stir-crazy.
I miss movie theaters, eating at restaurants, buying junk at the swap meet, riding my bike, shopping, and seeing my parents/coworkers/friends/normal people. On rare occasions, I drive somewhere and see everybody in a mask, making society look like a bad movie.
How is my writing going? To answer this question, I must rewind a year. I have been in an endless self-editing loop because, while editing, my abilities improve, which reveals new problems that need to be fixed.
There is an upside to this unfortunate situation. By not commuting, I have more time to edit. However, the joy of writing is waning.
My outlook is bleak because my future holds no vacations, trips, or events. I put my mountain bike in the guest bedroom along with my car cover.
Why not write about the word situation? Start a new book? Turn this frown upside down? I have a plan for my next book, but some major plot issues must be resolved. I have been considering a book of short stories, but I recently realized that all the unrelated stories have a common thread that readers will not appreciate. The overconfident guy learns a lesson. Yeah…
This blog entry has not been compelling. It is wishy-washy and undefined. These words describe what many people are feeling. This blog reads like a bad ending to a bad story.
You’re the best -Bill
May 13, 2020 Updated January 28, 2025
I equate this experience with the movie Ground Hog Day with Bill Murry. On weekdays, I wake up at 6:00, start working, take an 11:15 lunchtime walk, and at 3:30, I turn off my work computer. I then turn on my home computer, edit my books, eat dinner, watch television, and sleep. On weekends, I wake up at 6:00, and edit my books instead of working. My life is the definition of stir-crazy.
I miss movie theaters, eating at restaurants, buying junk at the swap meet, riding my bike, shopping, and seeing my parents/coworkers/friends/normal people. On rare occasions, I drive somewhere and see everybody in a mask, making society look like a bad movie.
How is my writing going? To answer this question, I must rewind a year. I have been in an endless self-editing loop because, while editing, my abilities improve, which reveals new problems that need to be fixed.
There is an upside to this unfortunate situation. By not commuting, I have more time to edit. However, the joy of writing is waning.
My outlook is bleak because my future holds no vacations, trips, or events. I put my mountain bike in the guest bedroom along with my car cover.
Why not write about the word situation? Start a new book? Turn this frown upside down? I have a plan for my next book, but some major plot issues must be resolved. I have been considering a book of short stories, but I recently realized that all the unrelated stories have a common thread that readers will not appreciate. The overconfident guy learns a lesson. Yeah…
This blog entry has not been compelling. It is wishy-washy and undefined. These words describe what many people are feeling. This blog reads like a bad ending to a bad story.
You’re the best -Bill
May 13, 2020 Updated January 28, 2025
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