I haven’t had a post on here for ages. Seeing as this is very much a creative non-fiction blog, I intend to keep it that way, and today’s no different.

I have a love/hate relationship with learning new things.

I feel like so often I’m so keyed up to do A THING! But then in the excitement of A THING all I hear in my head is neenahneenahneenah instead of the learning bit. Even if I’m learning from someone engaging, funny or super talented it just doesn’t stick in my head. I have to do something eleven billion times to make it hang around for longer than a minute or two. I can’t do rote learning. I can memorise prose, but I can’t memorise scripts. It is struggletown.

When you know your strengths, you know your strengths.

Also, if you’re like me, if you know something, you KNOW it. Music. Lyrics. How to use a computer program I haven’t used for fifteen years.

And yet, names, faces, people, allude me.

Sometimes people have entire memories of things I’ve said or done that I don’t recall.

I digress.

This #stayhome period of time has meant that lots of creatives are being called on to be creative. There are projects I could have worked on, but I said no because I need to have some time of reserve. And while I think writing is 99% perspiration, 1% inspiration, I just can’t seem to sit for longer than half an hour to bash something out on the keys. That’s why I’m here, talking about my podcast which is about YA Romance.

I say it as if I’ve actually done it. I’ve recorded the first two eps plus two bonus ones. Tonight I’m editing, tracking down some music and getting the art made. It feels productive, even though I probably don’t need to be worrying about such things. But it also feels like I’m doing it because I’m not out. On Tuesdays I usually have a lot on. Not today. Not for weeks, maybe even months.

In Laura Ingalls Wilder’s book ‘The Long Winter’, Laura and her family were trapped in their home through a seven month blizzard. This is legit true (there’s been a mountain of evidence to prove it), and, yeah, I would not want to be stuck in a blizzard for seven months. But I’m starting to understand how they felt. They had to ground grain using a coffee grinder to make flour. At least I don’t have to do that. Also, they managed to keep a two year old calm and settled for seven months. How?!

While I’m hanging out for this to end, I also have to commend the creators who are getting stuff done. My daughter’s dance class is online. Fitness classes are online. Guides are online. Content is being created for parents who think they need it. It’s wonderful; it’s exhausting.

Well. That’s it from me for a bit. It’s time to get on with the show (literally).

I hope if you’re in #iso like me, you’re able to find things to do that you love.

I like books, rubber ducks, 90s pop music and putting words on paper. Wrote a thesis on romance. Failed roller derby fresh meat 5 times (and counting).