Other than coughing and discomfort in my heart and lungs these past two days, I haven't had any other symptoms. I was supposed to go to the hospital today to get my lungs checked, but it was packed, and I couldn't even get an appointment. I came back disappointed.
Oh, right—my sense of smell is gone too. I can't smell anything even when I go to the bathroom.
What I want to talk about is that ever since I tested positive, I suddenly feel like I don't know how to write anymore. How should I put it? Before, when I wrote, ideas flowed endlessly. I never had to think about my phrasing, and jokes came to me effortlessly.
After testing positive, I could think over a plot point again and again for a long time and still be unable to write it.
For a single paragraph or a scene description, I would get stuck for ages, not knowing how to write it.
It felt like my brain could no longer think. I couldn't come up with plots anymore.
For this morning's chapter, I wrote from yesterday until today—more than ten hours. I deleted all four thousand words of the original version, and what I posted now was the second draft.
That was something that had been almost impossible in the past.
And I've realized that writing eight thousand words now has somehow become incredibly difficult. No matter how hard I try, I can't finish two chapters. These past few days, I've been living in anxiety.
Also, I tried to work out the later plot, but unlike before, my mind went completely blank whenever I tried.
I've been writing for many years, and I've never encountered anything like this. I'm anxious—extremely anxious.
I don't know how other authors are doing, but