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musings during a pandemic + more

As I was going through collecting and collating all my writing from 2020 and 2021, I was feeling bummed about my lack of writing. It wasn’t until I was about an hour into organising things that I realised, I had more than I thought.

Not only did I have all my poetry and short stories from both years, in 2021, I revisited, re-edited, and republished my novels Barfly and The Sound of Madness, and my novella Coffee and Conversations.

I finally edited and published The Dumbing Down of Love for the first time.

22 years in the making, I completed my novel, The Anger of Angels and wrote my novella, Coffee and Conversations: Ava and Hart, a “prequel” so to speak.

After I completed Ava and Hart’s story, my brain, my heart, my desire to write fell quicker than the stock market on a bad day. Between finishing it and writing this piece, I wrote nothing. Three months of nothing. I didn’t even pick up a pen or look at blinking cursor.

I just didn’t have it in me. I didn’t understand why. I found myself questioning if I even wanted to continue on a writer.

As I sit here, with 2021 coming to an end, I understand why now. I wrote and created a lot in 2021. I was simply drained of the need or the desire to write and create.

Collecting the pieces for what was going to be called A Beautiful Mess Two made me realise that. I just needed a moment to reflect on what I had done, on what I had actually created and completed.

I scrapped my original title and retitled it to musings during a pandemic. It was better fitting. It’s a collection of poetry and short stories from 2020 to 2021. Two years of pandemic life. Two years of various lockdowns. Two years of WTF. You can get musings during a pandemic on PDF here along with all the mentioned above as well. Hit The Bookshelf for available paperback and Kindle versions

As I completed musings during a pandemic and with the realisation of what I had actually accomplished in 2021, I found my spark again.

After two years into a pandemic, I didn’t realise I just needed a small break to reset and to exhale.

My desire and my need to write are burning within me. It’s who I am. It’s what I’m meant to do.