Incubation Blues

Day 4 of the Shutdown

The initial shock, denial, sadness, and anger of having to sequester in place for an unknown amount of time is starting to subside.

We humans adapt.

Walter and I continue to work. But figuring out how, has been challenging.

Some of my anger has surely been because of a sense of powerlessness of having my (thankfully) healthy husband at home without the ability to do what he does. We are used to working together, but typically with him on the road and me in my office talking to cooperation partners, in meetings, emailing, and sorting through contracts.

When he’d come home, he’d work on songwriting and recording. Now, he has just finished a new album that sits there, ready to be shipped to the label.

Therefore, Walter is creatively purged and just needs to play for people live.

And he can’t.

He gets depressed if he can’t reach people with his music. I depend on being creative as well. This daily writing to you is part of how I am dealing. Walter and I make stuff. We get creative constipation if we have to stop.

Now, here we are together 24/7 in the same house facing the dreary potential of news, Netflix and Facebook as only means of escape and window to the world. Oh horror.