And in the meantime, we all have to find a way to manage, to get through the pandemic in whatever way we can. In my case, I went from being at home alone all of the time, to being able to get work done on a regular basis, to having a house full of people at every moment of every day. We've been in lockdown here for nearly 10 months. We live in a multi-generational household that includes my two children, my younger sister, and my aging mother. The boys were usually in school, my younger sister works in an office, and my mother was typically at an appointment or a small gathering with her group of friends. Sometimes she would visit my older sister for a few days. For the most part, I was alone. I could work in peace.
And then the pandemic came. Everything was locked down. My younger sister had to work from home. Schools were closed. Everything was closed and visiting each other was no longer recommended by our public health officials. Eventually, getting together at all with people outside your household was severely restricted. All we could do was stay home.
At first, that was fun. It was great. The kids and I built a barn, a rabbit hutch, and we had a fence installed for our growing hobby farm. At some point, however, I realized I had accomplished little work. In fact, I stopped writing for 4 months. How could I write? I had both my children at home and my house was crawling with my mother and my sister. I couldn't possibly work like this. And it would pass soon anyway. Wouldn't it?
As it turns out, no. I tried waiting it out, but it's now January of 2021 and we're not even close to out of lockdown. I can't not write any longer. I need to get paid, after all. But after months of not writing, it was going to be hard to get back into the habit. Did I have a choice? No, not really, but it would be tricky.
You'll often hear writers moan that we can't possibly write on command. We can't possible just sit down and get it done. I've been one of them from time to time, but it's just whining. I have to get something done. It's not an option anymore. I still have a house full of people and working with all of them wandering around is definitely not easy. And the libraries are closed so I can't wander off and write there. But not working is simply unacceptable.
I'm primarily a fiction writer. Tamora Rose is my pen name for romantic fiction, but I write fantasy as LAQuill as well. Writing fiction really does take some inspiration, and I simply don't have any. So I'll turn back to nonfiction. Not as exciting, maybe, but there's money to be made there and I have children.
It's been a while since I tackled nonfiction, and it's not my favorite. But it's an infinitely easier task than creating stories out of thin air. And it will get me back into the groove of writing every single day. Plus, if I get interrupted for the 9th time in a row, it's so much easier to reengage. I've been interrupted 4 times since I started writing this post 45 minutes ago. Long stretches of detailed plotting just isn't going to happen until people go back to work.
I'm not abandoning fiction. I'll work on my next romance when the house is quiet and the people are still. But right now, I need to write full time. Time to hunker down and get something done. Anything.
