Times have been tough, there’s no doubt about it. I’ve struggled with many things since the pandemic began in March (where I live). The most devastating was not being able to see my family, friends, and clients. My mental health suffered a lot. I spiralled. Not into depression, but I was in a dark place for a long time.
My physical health also deteriorated. I used to swim and gym 3-5 times a week. Being limited to only an hour of walking a day isn’t enough exercise, and because of my Hayfever wearing a mask outside (during Spring) for an extended period does take its toll (note I didn’t use my Hayfever as an excuse to not wear a mask). I always wear my mask outside.
Anyway, long story short. I wrote my largest novel ever, coming in at a shade over 97K. It’s a fantasy epic that I hope will become a trilogy. But we’ll see how that goes. Suffice it to say, my lockdown muse was dirty, swear-y, and wanted lots of blood and gore. I even killed characters! I had a ball writing the story, and no word of a lie, it really saved me from going deeper into darkness. Yes, I now have to be on medication for my blood pressure, but seriously, it could have been a whole lot worse according to my doctor. I had an outlet I used effectively, and for that I’m lucky.
So now that I’ve finished editing “Immortal Whispers” I’m resting from writing for a couple of weeks. I’m going to read and try and exercise a lot more because restrictions are slowly easing here. Thank goodness! Also, the story is now in the hands of my wonderful beta readers. My baby is out there in the big wide world. I wonder how others will take this dramatic difference in my writing from my lockdown muse?