Writing during a pandemic sucks.

Things were going okay, and I was developing a steady blogging habit. Then overwhelm hits and I can’t think of anything to write about for weeks on weeks.

I’m very lucky and privileged to have been one of the people whose amount of work increased during the pandemic - there was a stretch between late February and early May where I didn’t have a day off in over 100 days.

But the fact that there was no chance to rest made the reflection needed for writing very difficult to summon at times.

One of the challenges of being a blogger is being able to write about things that inspire you, respond to things in the world, do it regularly over time, and not be a bore.

Writing is also non-linear; that is, it isn’t a steady path from A to B. It meanders, and the project that initially seemed easy turns out to be much more complex and branches out.

Many of the ideas in blogging are half-baked and are merely starting points for further exploration on the part of the writer and the reader. That’s the charm of it.

I’m resigning myself to the fact that on some weeks I’ll have clearly thought out articles. On other weeks I won’t.