Finding the inspiration to write in the chaos of COVID-19

I, for one, can say that these pesky stay at home orders have actually impacted my writing in a productive way. But for others, the stress of the unknown and the hysteria that flows through the air has done nothing than be a giant road block. The question is, how do you find the want to write when you can’t stop stressing about what’s going on around you?

Today, I’ll discuss a few ways I’ve found it helpful to continue my writing progress without becoming distracted or overwhelmed. These proven methods have landed me 70,000 words in a two month block of time. So, it works!!

1. A digital detox

Yes. You heard me. Sometimes unplugging from the very source that’s driving our stress is the only way to immerse ourself back into our literary worlds. At the start of March, I found myself consuming news media while reading and writing less and less each day. I can admit openly and honestly, the fear got to me in a bad way. Once I realized how detrimental it was to my passion, I made the decision to detox entirely. In the process of a couple days I found myself refreshed and able to move back into the stories I was vigorously writing before.

2. Read a book!

So easy huh? But it isn’t! The world is SO DISTRACTING. How can anyone find the time to read?

It’s quite obvious to me as a writer, that reading is extremely important. The more you read, the better writer you become. And I’ve learned first hand how true this statement is. When Covid-19 hit, I stopped reading. The result was bland and uninteresting words. That “idea” pot, as I like to call it, was drained. Actually, it was a barren wasteland. I didn’t have the constant influx of stories ideas as before when I was reading all the time and my style wasn’t improving. I like to think of reading as studying. The more exposure to other author’s styles and writing techniques, the better I can be at it. So reading helps!

3. Clear your head

This is often times the hardest of the four because we don’t always have a lot of extra time on our hands. Some of us juggle families, work, and other responsibilities that slow our progress done, but I have a solution for that!

1. Take a walk around the block
2. Immerse yourself in the outdoors
3. Talk with a loved one
4. Journal about the things that clog your head

I bet if you do any of these, you’ll come out cleaner and much more ready to put words onto the page. Perhaps, even inspired beyond your imagination!

4. Lastly, remember why you did it all in the first place

What made you take up the pen rather than the sword? Why was the glory of being a writer appealing to you? And what fueled your fire from the start?

It’s self evident that chaos creates distraction. Distraction moves you further away from why you decided to become a writer in the first place.

I get it. Self-doubt is something all people struggle with. I do, however, think that artists get an extra dose of self-doubt that others aren’t accustomed to. The equation becomes unbalanced the minute you lose sight of the reason why you started. I know, because this happened to me. The less and less I wrote, the less I felt like a writer and the more I contemplated just giving up the fantasy entirely.

It wasn’t until I was pretty down on my spirits that I remembered what was important to me. Words were important. Telling stories were important. And showing those to the word was more important than ever. If people were sad, then I’d give them something to cheer them up! If people needed humor, I’d try making them laugh! Writing for me, has always been about moving other people and challenging others way of thinking. Convincing myself of these mission statements was what it took for me to continue forward.

My last bit of Advice

Don’t forget your passion. Never forget your drive. Always remember the destination ahead of you.


Alexander // the Tea Cup Writer


Dearest Father, 

I must confess the eternal emptiness since your passing.    
A year has faded in events that I find difficulty in comprehension.
People swore it'd get better, but just as interest compounds, so does hurt. 
My memory cannot allow me to forget the unresolved matters and move onward.  
Our final words, my abrupt goodbye, and your faint dying breath. 
I didn't want to let go of your hand. Ever. 
I sat and studied your face. I needed to remember it in precise detail. 
A collective of tears and tissues, we wept for our loss.
I was selfish. I wanted you to stay and bare the pain.
I feared that the agony of my loss was greater than that of your cancer.
And I learned in death, it was your salvation. 
You're no longer suffering, you're free to be.
To roam with the buffalos, where the wind wanders.
I reflect on life's matters ahead. 
I practice remembering the memories with cheer.
You are who I look up to, who I want to emulate.
And I'll never forget who you are. 
You're always in my heart... in life and death. 

Your Loving Son 

Sunday Savior

Ocean waves raged out of control,
Tossing me from the stern.
I was ashamed and defeated,
Lost and shipwrecked.

The skies darkened,
Inside the eye of the storm.
The vessel’s in my mind sunk,
Into the deep blue waters.

Stranded and Starved,
Hanging on to this life.
I thought survival was my doing,
Things I could control.

I had no food.
I had no water.
I had no savior.

Cracked lips,
And wrinkled skin.
I prayed for You.

Burdened and broken,
Desperately seeking the only help.
I found mercy in Your healing.

You lifted me from the sea,
Placed me by your side,
And filled the empty parts of my soul.

I gained a new life,
Shedding my old skin.
I was born again,
Baptized from the Ocean,
And placed in Your heart.