To survive is in every fiber and being of your body; it's there since the jungle swamp.

And pandemic isolation favors and conjures the art form, in truth, an intimate journey from darkness to light.

This very moment, people are working over long minutes and hours with family, pets, noise, and no anti-virus in sight. Art has survived in these storms and situations and withstood the test of time.

As far as you're concerned, you're an artist making the unwilling into willing prose. 

Forget creating something good. Good is pedestrian and boring. Your work is not crapola and is worth putting out to the world. 

Open up and go after your own radical and quiet vulnerability.