So anyone who has been following the news – or this poor, long-silent blog – knows that there’s been a global pandemic for over a year now. Yes, Covid-19 changed everything. I have the privileged position of still having a safe place to live, food to eat, a steady income (not from writing – haha!), and loving family. So many other people have lost much, much more.
But two notable things are missing from my life mid-pandemic: Creativity and Sex.
The creativity block is not new. I’ve been struggling with it for a couple years now. (Oh, how time flies!) Story ideas flirt with my mind when I’m out walking the dog, taking precious moments to myself in the midst of full, busy-to-overflowing days. So many times, I have been SO close to actually sitting down and writing… but by the time I manage all my chores, get my life wrapped up for the evening, pour a glass of wine, and actually sit down at my computer, I am just drained. There is no more creativity left in me. So, instead, I watch a show or play a video game.
(At least I’ve managed to keep my reading life strong. An author, after all, must first and foremost be a reader. How else can we nourish ourselves, but with words? And without taking in language, bathing in it, losing ourselves in it, how can one ever hope to produce it?)
When the pandemic hit, any scraps of creativity I had were promptly evaporated. The day-to-day needs of survival, safety, and concern for others took precedence. The very fact that I’m thinking about writing at all is a sign, I believe, that we are finally rounding the bend, coming onto some sort of normalcy after a long and creatively draining year.
The second casualty, less expected, was sex. Surely I’m not alone. Somehow, being at home with my partner day in and day out didn’t inspire increased passion. Indeed, the constant low-level stress, the quotidian routines and chores, and the constant presence of one another made us more like happy roommates, than lovers. There is work to do here. I’m pretty sure my part of it involves reading – and writing – a lot more erotica. There’s nothing better to get those feelings moving! In the meantime, though, I can attest that not having sex, losing interest in sex, and regular pandemic life is a huge bummer. Also it sucks for an erotica author.
Fear not, loyal readers! This is a long, dark tunnel, but like all roads it has an end. You’ll know I popped out on the other side when my next story is published. (Soon, I hope…)
Until then, be well, and read more erotica!