Day 21 and No Novel?

The headline caught my eye yesterday. "We have a lot more time now. Why can't we get anything done." What's happening with that novel? Where are those sonnets?

They're no further along than they were before, perhaps because we've lost the usual markers that make us more efficient, says the time management expert who wrote the article. Or perhaps — and this explanation is infuriatingly accurate — we just don't have the will.

The author, Laura Vanderkam, quotes the caption of a recent New Yorker cartoon: "Day 6. Couldn't decide between starting to write my novel or my screenplay. So instead I ate three boxes of mac and cheese and then lay on the office floor panicking."

Not exactly my life — but the windfall of time I thought would appear without commute, appointments or social engagements has not exactly materialized. I've tried to figure out where the time has gone. I've slept a little more and cooked a little more and worked a little more. Could that be where the days and weeks have gone?

Maybe living through a pandemic is not when you should expect to get caught up on all your creative pursuits — as well as staying in touch with friends and family and strategizing grocery store runs like battle campaigns. Maybe I should be content with whatever words I can eke out of the day, and with this as with so much else ... simply soldier on.

(This is an old photo of stickies pulled off page proofs I read with my old job. But they remind me of — sigh! — completed tasks.)