Coffee and my cat visitor. Lockdown day 9? I want to say? 10? Is it 10 already? Oh god it is 10. That thing where you lose track of time is starting to happen. Let’s hope this ends at a two week lockdown or the déjà vu will just be insane.
For the last couple days I have been making myself look at the novel draft at the same time each day, when I have my coffee. As a way to make that dead spot of time in the evenings less hard. It’s actually been a good way to stop my mental health deteriorating while alone in lockdown again. It worked last time too. I am starting small. For instance it counts if I simply look it over, read a section and do some thinking. 200 words (what I did yesterday) is outstanding. Anything more is pure unadulterated brilliance.
Something I learnt from years of chronic illness management. You have to move the goalposts of success, depending on context. Or you will just feel terrible and not get any writing done anyway.
