Exist Loudly

Mental Dump

Day 34 of Sydney’s 2nd lockdown (aka Lockdown 2.0). It sucks but I won’t complain. I have a roof over my head, food on my table, and am very fortunate that I can work from home. I am still able to train with my trainer outdoors and I’m fully vaccinated. Like I said, I won’t complain. I’ll support my local businesses and do what I can so one day, the Earth can get out of this mess.

Lockdown 2.0 has been harder than the first one. The first one was 87 days for me and I faired well and better than I expected for myself. This one though. It’s been tougher. My sleep is terrible and I can’t even blame my mind for anything. It’s relatively calm and quiet. It’s the routine I miss. I use go to bed at 9pm, wake up at 5am or 6am. train. work. yoga. eat. sleep. Repeat. Now, I just exist. Mondays and Wednesdays are my best days because I train and speak to humans face to face instead of online. Thursdays through Sundays unless I leave the house, I speak to no one or just via Google meets. The routine isn’t there and my sleep just doesn’t know where to fall into place. I can at least be thankful the Oncoming Storm hasn’t been seen and it’s just my sleep that is fucked up. I’ll take a crappy sleep schedule over the Oncoming Storm any day of the week.

Lockdown 2.0 was extended yesterday until the end of August. It wasn’t a shock. The case numbers haven’t been decreasing and the vaccinations have been slow. I am very fortunate that I am fully vaccinated. Being over the age of 40 paid off! Pfizer jab got me grateful for being 45.

But enough doom and gloom.

I’ve started writing Book 2 in The Night of the Hunter Series. I’ll write more about that series in my next post. I can at least say this Lockdown has me more productive than the last with writing. I plotted out everything that needs to happen in Book 2 and that in itself is a miracle. I normally have a very looooooooose outline of novels. Usually, the beginning and some action points I want to happen. I didn’t know how I wanted The Anger of Angels to end or where I wanted it to go until I was writing it. And the ending, only came to me after I heard a lyric in a song. With Book 2, I have the whole thing outlined and plotted. WHO AM I?

And as I write Book 2, my mind keeps drifting to Ava from Coffee and Conversations. I reread the novella a few weeks ago and goddamn I love it. The characters are flawed and messy and I love them. They reminded me why I write. For my personal satisfaction, I want to write a little piece on Ava and her story with Hart. I really enjoyed their interaction and feel like I could get a little short story out of it.

There’s also a few pieces I have to finish for a friend’s project. Trying to write for a 4 to 5 minute audio story has proven to be tougher than writing a novel that’s for sure. But I like where A TOWN CALLED DRAKE pulls me. It’s never expected but it sure is a goddamn joy.

Besides writing, I’ve gotten back into reading tarot cards and crystals. I’m no expert nor claim to be but I like the calm zen I prefer my White Sage Tarot cards over the traditional Rider Waite deck. They’re not full of doom and gloom and I like the energy I get from them. They’re beautifully painted and make me happy when I use them and in the end that’s all that really matters.

That’s it. That’s my life in a nutshell.

Lockdown 2.0, writing with a little witchy vibes on the side.

Not perfect. But I am blessed and grateful nonetheless.