Unless I'm asked to speak somewhere, or am on a book tour, I always "work from home"; or if I'm honest, wherever I can find Wi-Fi. Although, I do my best writing in my studio. So, from that standpoint, the pandemic had much less effect on me.
But I find myself getting more and more depressed lately. I think the political climate has played into this. Coupled with the racial tensions that no one in power seems interested in "fixing" or repairing, whatever that looks like; Neil's passing back in January, which really hit me much harder than I expected; I know three people who've succumbed to Covid now. So far, none of my family, extended or otherwise, has had it. But I'm the pater familias/protector (i.e. worrier) in the family, so I worry about them all; and the isolation from other family, friends, and normal routines- it's all lately, been a bit much.
I recently shared with my wife that I felt like I had PTSD or something. I keep waiting for the time when things can go back to normal, and I find my patience is wearing thin most days. I feel as if I'm in some weird state of suspended animation, or I'm walking in slow motion. Or like we're all just pretending we're all not just...totally fucked.
I find myself being able to write now less and less. My work life has now become my prison of sorts. It's like what I imagine house arrest to be like.
When not trying to earn a living, we are constantly traveling and on the go. When...if... things ever go back to normal, I will never take that for granted again.
I dunno...I miss my friends. I miss entertaining. I miss traveling, concerts, sporting events, dining out. I miss enjoying life as we knew it.
I am trying to stay busy. We have an enormous garden this year, that I "tend" every morning. Geddy and I have been hosting a virtual happy hour each week for some of our friends; and that's been fun. I'm also working on a video podcast concept with a couple of other friends. We'll see how that shakes out.
I'll get through this. I have had a couple of minor episodes of depression in the past; and when they've occurred I have come out of them with an enormous burst of creativity, once the fog cleared away. I feel that's starting to happen again now.
That's, "How I'm doing" today. Of course it's been raining all day, so I'm also feeling a bit reflective and melancholic for that reason as well.
Gary, best of luck on the job search. It sounds like this is a role you really covet. I hope it comes through for you.