I dunno about the rest of you, but I’m finding it very hard to concentrate these days.
I’m not freaking out. But I am distracted. I feel introspective, and yet my attention is fickle. My mind’s eye is wide but constantly diverted.
It feels like sensory overload without the overload, as if my cognitive capacity has shrunk and my immediate circumstances are enough to send me into my cave — all of which makes it impossible to maintain the kind of coherence necessary to plot a novel.
cover image: My Head Is On Fire by Fulvio di Piazza