As a writer, you don’t have to tell me twice to self-isolate. I’m nearly a hermit already but to do it on a directive somehow seems so cozy and official.
Not to worry. I’m taking the Covid-19 very seriously. My hands are raw from washing and I sent hubby to the store to stock up on chocolate and potato chips. I could care less about toilet paper–well, I guess I should qualify that–I have plenty and am not about to start hoarding something that I can’t eat.
So, will this social distancing and self imposed semi-isolation help my writing? Hmmm…I’m hoping so. It certainly offers more time and excuses to write but then again I’m always full of excuses for not doing it. Yes, I’m my own worst enemy.
I think what this time does is give me reason for reflection. The whole Covid-19 thing seemed to be floating out there far away until it was suddenly in our backyard. It’s certainly eye-opening and humbling how we’ve been forced to rethink our daily strategies by something we can’t even see.
I’m so thankful to live in a country with great health care and foresight. The medical and government recommendations of hygiene and distancing have been challenging for many. I can’t even imagine having young children without playgrounds available. The news is changing so fast that it’s mind boggling and scary but I’ll do my part.
It is my intention to not waste the opportunity I’ve been given. I intend to write every day without fail. I want my blogs to be more steady and I’d like to get my second novel through another edit before I start my third.
Life is a gift and every minute we have to do what we love is precious. My twisted writer brain is telling me that the more I write– the better I’ll be…and it’ll mean less exposure to the news.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.