The Burden of Good Ideas
As I worked on slowly rebuilding my daily writing habit, I was relieved to find out that I did not lose the ability to come up with stories.
I miss watching people in my daily commute, but there are other powerful sources of ideas out there. Movies, songs, the work of other writers. Memories, old and new.
With enough time for leisure and reflection, even the repetitive daily routine of lockdown can be filled with creativity.
Turning my ideas into actual stories, however, is a different matter.
I believe that they deserve to be written, but I still do not believe in myself as a writer.
Out of fear of starting work on a story that is beyond my current level of skill as a writer, I find myself picking only the low-hanging fruit and postponing the work on more challenging stories to a remote future in which I will finally be good enough to write them.
I wonder if that future will ever come.