One of the most creative people I know in the local area, a gentleman who goes by the name “Spud”, recently posted on his (far more popular, and deservedly so) blog that he laments that we got “such a boring apocalypse.”
What a lovely phrase, and how elegant a way to put it. I don’t agree with the sadness to a large degree (a less boring apocalypse would be terrifying), but I get what he means. It’s so hard to push yourself to do creative work in this environment. It’s hard to push yourself to do anything, really, but creative projects seem to be particularly bad.
I’m sure I’m not the only one noting this. But I have struggled this last month with Novel 8. And it’s not a question of enjoying it: I’m having enormous fun writing the book every moment I have the energy to do so. But those moments are hard to come by, and everything seems just… harder, really.
But, again, I suppose I shouldn’t complain. I have a roof over my head, food on my plate, three lovely cats, and a partner who supports me and my insane dream. Things could absolutely be much, much worse.
Anyway. I’m going back to writing my novel in the hopes that I can make other people’s apocalypses a little brighter and more fun.
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!