Covid sucks and I've prioritized commissions over my personal work, so that they always get done. But I've not touched my album in over a year. I've given myself permission for this because the pandemic has really taken the wind out of my sails. I'm happy to keep working on the gigs I didn't lose, after losing so many due to the pandemic. And thankfully, I feel very inspired by the work I get to do.
Part of me has been waiting to get back to work on some personal projects. And that part has been a little bit more insistent every day for the past few months, as this lockdown has dragged on.
This week I got my first vaccine, and it's beginning to feel like there's a light at the end of the tunnel. I'm listening to old tracks again and making notes (So many notes, why am I trash?) I commissioned art for another single to be released soon, which gives me a powerful tool of motivation - A deadline.
I've got three weeks until the next shot, and two weeks after that before I can meet friends again. Nothing has changed for me, yet. I know that after I can see people again I'm still going to have to figure out what it's like to be a social human, and what it's like to go back home and create my own work. But I'm excited.
I'm not an optimistic person, by and large. But today? It feels like maybe we're going to be okay in the end.
This blog post was supposed to be a placeholder while I was designing my site, but I'm lazy and this is *just* close enough to being relatable that I'm leaving it here. The wonders of freewriting.