Got bowled a real chinaman late February. Landlord wanted to put rent up by £300 pm. This was outside our cost ability, so we've had to move. Moving is a real chore. All the stress and hassle.
The impact on writing has been massive, I'm so behind on my targets.
But here's a weird thing. I've been coming up with ideas. Not many of them have an actual story around them yet, but they are all being written down for consideration later in the year, as my head-space returns to it's analogue of normal.