May 24th, 2020 – 606 – Day sixty-nine

Today I wrote 2,000 words. After scraping target for so many days, it’s strange that I would have such a spurt now. I wrote a chapter that had my heart in my throat and upended the whole world, giving me an anxious weight I can’t even shift now. I can’t claim it’s good writing because what auther can ever be an impartial judge of that, but it sure got an emotional response. I just hope that holds up on the other end.

I’ve been working on my next steps planning for the new phase of the lockdown today. I will likely move back into my flat in the middle of next month, and take a week and a bit of annual leave when I do so. After that, I’m going to ask if I can start working in the office again, as I find it so much easier to work like that, and I am desperate to get back to full productivity. I just hope work are ok with me doing that. If not, I’ll just have to figure something out.

There’s a route out of this fug. I will find it. This has been the hardest two months of my life, which is odd as I dodn’t really have to do much outside work. I guess, when you finally have your life together and you’re at a high point, the fall hurts even more. I do at least now know how to climb back up.