Yes, It Is a Hard Time to Write

I’ve been dealing with a lot since I last posted an author’s update in the middle of May. I’ve been depressed with all that life has thrown at me at once. I’ve been angry. I’ve lost my motivation, and I’ve regained it. But through it all, I have kept writing. Maybe not much by some standards, but I’ve written daily.

Mid-May to June was dominated by sickness and unemployment. I had to devote a ridiculous amount of time— literally three full days— to reaching the unemployment bureau which hadn’t paid me a penny of compensation since I was furloughed April 1st. It took calling them with an auto-dialer on my phone every five minutes, constantly, during their business hours to at last get past the “we have no agents available” hang-up message and actually get into their phone system on the third day. Four hours on hold after that, I reached a human that could fix the issue.

For the huge effort, it was something that only took the right bureaucrat FIVE minutes to fix. The problem? I recorded my last few days pay before the furlough on my first claim in the wrong spot, where things aren’t very clear to begin with. That’s it. And that’s what they couldn’t tell me with either snail mail or email. And that’s why every claim I placed thereafter was put on hold, even though there wasn’t a single issue with the subsequent ones.

But thereafter I got my checks, including the many weeks back owed… which by that point were sorely needed.

The next day I got a sinus and ear infection when I no longer had any health insurance thanks to unemployment. With lots of over the counter medicine, I fought it off without need of a— even if I could get one during the pandemic— doctor’s visit or antibiotics. But the medicine interacted with my other health problems to exacerbate my lethargy. I was functioning in a fog until the end of the month.

On June 1st, my furlough from work because of the pandemic became a permanent layoff. I wasn’t surprised. The company did grant me severance pay, which was something they were under no obligation to do. It did help, and did let me depart with a better opinion of them than I would have held otherwise. But it was and still is depressing. On the same day, my replacement health insurance from the marketplace kicked in. Refilling my prescriptions, I immediately discovered that some aspects of the plan had been deceptively presented, and they did not cover all of my medications.

Two of them were “covered”, but only after I pay a deductible of $3,000. My out of pocket for a month’s supply of the two prescriptions would have been $1,200. Once I’d paid three grand, I’d “only” have to pay $360 a month until I’ve spent $8,000… after which point they’d pay 100%. Gee, thanks.

Obviously, I can’t afford that being unemployed. So I had to work with my doctor to downgrade my medicines to prescriptions they cover. It will be an ongoing process, but my diabetes is acting up on the new stuff. Now I’m trying to help my body out with increased exercise and I’m biking 10 to 15 miles daily. But my blood sugars are still too high. There are more options that can be tried, but it is discouraging and an added risk factor in this time of COVID-19.

These individual frustrations hit right before the massive Black Lives Matter protests sparked by the killing of George Floyd gained momentum across the country. The tide of sadness and outrage that swept through my circles was tangible. So were some outswellings of racism and privilege from a few others that caught me off guard. The latter required me to cut some old, and formerly friendly, ties. It was painful.

I don’t want to get too political here, but on a personal level, equality matters to me. Justice matters. Lives matter, and by extension and importantly, Black Lives Matter. These aren’t new values for me and are common themes in my writing. So if you think you know me, and yet believe I’ll tolerate your crypto-fascism… well, to hell with you!

It all took a toll. The constant, one-thing-after-another since the 1st of April was the momentum behind an emotional steamroller that left me flattened for a time. It was the best that I could do to keep up with my daily microfiction writing. My work on A Contract in Azure and Indigo languished.

Pulling myself up from that low point, I have gotten back to work on Azure and Indigo. But it hasn’t been easy, nor consistent. It is a hard time to focus when your country is being torn apart politically, economically, and by a virus that’s infected millions and on track to kill hundreds of thousands. More American deaths as I write this than from all the wars we’ve fought since World War II, combined. Enough lives lost to equal forty-five September 11th attacks when this posts. And the pandemic is far from over.

Yes, it is a hard time to write.

It’s disheartening to see a sizeable minority of my fellow citizens reveling in willful ignorance and apathy. To see small inconveniences like wearing masks and social distancing that have been shown to be so effective the world over, refused. Refused because they have become irrationally politicized. These same people scream about their freedoms being infringed, but the word they are saying is privilege: It’s just muffled by their hubris, and often by an added cloak of unnamed racism. All the while, the virus doesn’t care. All the while, it kills us regardless of our politics, race, or creed.

Yes, it is a hard time to write.

But I’m still writing. Soul bruised and battered; I’m still telling stories. Because they heal me. Because I see them bring joy to others in these hard times.

Because they matter.

Keep writing out there. The world needs you.

You matter.

~Jason H. Abbott.

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  1. These are crazy times indeed, Sweet Pea. I want you to know that I look forward to your posts every day. May you have the strength to keep carrying on. In tough times my mother always told me “This, too, shall pass.” (Sometimes it passes like a kidney stone. She didn’t add that part.). Peace.

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  2. I’m sorry you’ve been going through such a hard time and you’re AWESOME for still finding the time and energy to write throughout it all. I really hope things get better in the not too distant future, both for you personally and the world at large, and in the meantime thanks for creating things that bring people some much-needed mental escape from all the awful stuff.

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    1. You’re welcome, Ellie. And thank you for the support! That really helps. :-) I wrote this not just to let people know what’s going on with me, but also to let them know that struggling is sometimes the best we can do. It’s not a reason to give up. You’ll never know what good things might be just around the corner if you quit because there’s some tough rocks to get around first.

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    1. Thank you, Diana. You’ve mentioned your recent struggles and I’m sorry you’re going through them. I know so many writers and creatives having a hard time right now. However, we’ll make it through. We’ve got the power of dreams on our side. Be well and be blessed!

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  3. I’m really sorry you’ve been through this. It feels so uniquely American that we have to deal with all the health issues when we lose our jobs. My colleagues in the rest of the world don’t get it. And it’s the last time you want to be dealing with it.

    I am glad you were able to keep up with your writing, but don’t beat yourself up over “not enough”. I feel like every creative act in the face of this virus is an act of strength.

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    1. Thank you, Elizabeth. The health care issue in America has been building for a lifetime and this crisis is showing everyone just how broken it is. We need the old actors taken out of power and to start universal health care on-par with every other 1st word nation.

      I wouldn’t say that I’ve been beating myself up over my writing productivity. I’ve been able to stay grounded and acknowledge that there are extraordinary pressures in play worldwide, and unique personal pressures on me as an individual. But has a lack of writing progress on my main project been an added frustration to it all? You bet. However, my answer to that has been self-care rather than figurative self-flagellation. My wife’s comfort and compassion has been a godsend for me too.

      I’ll get through this, tougher than before.

      But gosh, am I tried right now.

      I hope you and yours are all well and safe, take care!

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  4. When my wife was laid off from her school a few years ago we lost our health insurance and had to buy it through the marketplace. The cost was astronomical and like you the out-of-pockets were so high, we would almost have been better off without insurance. We were lucky that after a year or so of that my employer (an extremely small business) started offering insurance again ― still very expensive, if we want decent insurance, but at least it comes out of the paycheck pre-tax. And if we didn’t have it we would’ve been on the hook for about a quarter of a million dollars after “The Event”.

    Our health care system is badly, badly broken. :-(

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    1. There are so many stories like ours, over and over again. America has a lot that it needs to fix, and health care is near the top. A right to Life is enshrined as an inalienable right alongside those to Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. It’s about time we started upholding it, as in its absence the other two are meaningless.

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