Doomsday prophet – little life rant

Life has been difficult work-wise, It really feels like the worst post-covid scenario is fulfilling itself hitting my prime job on the NHS front.

I don’t think I have the energy to write more after nine hours fighting for a bed, any bed that will allow me to treat my patients.

Now, looking at the second book, I struggle to compose a single sentence and I’m not sure if it is writer’s block or my brain melted from making life-changing decisions the whole day.

Any ideas on how to fix it? Because instead of writing I’m motorboating the cat