There's been a lot of discussion in the last year or so regarding how the world being on fire all the time has affected people's creativity, in most cases not for the better. One of the people articulated the problem particularly well was
John Scalzi:
I’m not trying to be mysterious about what it is about 2017 that is different. The answer is obvious: Trump is president, and he’s a peevish bigoted incompetent surrounded by the same, and he’s wreaking havoc on large stretches of the American experience, both in his own person and by the chaos he invites. But to say “well, Trump,” is not really to give an answer with regard to what’s different. We’ve had terrible presidents before — George W. Bush springs to mind — and yet my ability to create work was not notably impacted.... The thing is, the Trump era is a different kind of awful. It is, bluntly, unremitting awfulness. The man has been in office for nine months at this point and there is rarely a week or month where things have not been historically crappy... Maybe other people can focus when Shitty America is large and in charge, but I’m finding it difficult to do.
I don't feel like I can blame my own dwindling productivity entirely on the Trump era, because my slump started a few years earlier, in the latter half of 2013, but it's certainly become more of a problem. For one, I allowed myself too high an expectation that everything would be better when 2016 was over. By that summer, I was just hanging on until November, when the presidential election would happen and be over and we could all get on with our lives. And then November came, and instead of getting the closure I needed, I got a scary new world, and the crushing disappointment of that was difficult to manage. As 2017 went on, the uncertainty continued, and although it hasn't been all bad news, the bad stuff has been unusually terrible, and the good things seem few and far between. Add in an irregular work schedule and my ongoing minor but persistent health issues, and there are days and weeks where I find it almost impossible to concentrate on writing anything, whether it be fiction, reviews, or journal entries.
It's not just writing, though -- it's also reading. I think I've mentioned before that concentrating on long-form reading is also more for me difficult these days. When I'm looking for escapism, it's a lot easier to escape into a tv show, a podcast, or a game. It's no accident that I latched onto Critical Role in 2016 and The Adventure Zone in 2017 -- both audio-based media, long-form storytelling in a rich fantasy world, with hundreds of hours of content. My current binge is the TV series Person of Interest, which I've been watching for about a month (I'm well into the fourth season, and I plan to write a separate post about it once I've finished).
Right now, all I feel I can do about this issue is name it, and own it. I've had difficulty with that second part, largely because I feel unfair doing so. In most respects, I have the social and economic privileges to be sheltered from most of the problems -- white, straight, cisgender, financially secure. How dare I claim to be as deeply affected by this situation as those whose lives are literally endangered? On one level, I know that's silly, but on deeper levels it's a hard feeling to shake. So here I am, attempting to shake it off by stepping forward and saying "yes, I too am having this problem," to remind myself and everyone else that we're all in this crappy situation together. I don't know whether it'll make a difference in the end, but I feel better putting it out in the open.