March 26, 2020 Christi

Quarantine Stories: The Contagion in Apartment 30-B

Unseen, unheard. Staying out of school. Exiled from restaurants, parties, sports. Daily getting fearful reports from the front lines. Waiting for it all to be over.

No, I’m not talking about society during Covid19. This was life in Apartment 30-B. I wasn’t given an explanation of my mother’s mental illness, but what I did hear was a constant litany of bad things about to strike: cancer, robbery, disease, suffocation, kidnapping, accidents, murder.

The one thing that calmed my system was a small supply of paper, a pencil, and markers. I read, wrote, and illustrated stories. It was as if I could create a magical trap door, leading out of Apartment 30-B and into a space of hope. When I picked up my Dixon Ticonderoga, I touched possibility. I found respite from the craziness.

And then at age 12, I was brought into a new home, where parents didn’t forecast a terrible future, day after day. I was free from the contagion of fear. And at last I could express myself to others. But the early days had brought a lifetime lesson.

Creativity and panic don’t co-exist. In any given moment, one must dominate.

If I choose creating, it makes way for feelings and experiences other than raw fear. Even if I start with unease or worry or pure dread–this is perfectly good. I can tell a story, draw a picture, doodle into a different thought.

When we choose creating, we’re building rather than defending. This helps hope to thrive, as well as creative strategies for managing crisis.

My writing coaching client and soon-to-be-author, Marianne Wakerlin, sent this note today:

“Much to my delight, I have been able to get a lot of writing done. Not all of it new stories or renditions of old ones. I skip around a lot. I’ve made writing the book my quarantine event so my day revolves around being productive. Skipping around to different stories keeps me from getting stuck. I also change location, spending the majority of my time on the computer but also taking a clipboard out to the deck or the living room couch. My writing endurance has increased remarkably.”

You might not think this possible, but there is hope in any measure needed.

If you find yourself in Apartment 30-B, my heart goes out to you. And I wish upon you a notebook, a yellow number two pencil, and a pack of markers. Look for that trap door. It’s waiting for you.

P.S. All classes, workshops and coaching sessions are currently online and over the phone. We’re being patient as everyone learns the technology. Email me with class selections and fees. I’ll add you to Zoom or Skype, or connect with an old-fashioned phone call. Some things are free. Scholarships are available, too.


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