Breathe in, breathe out. Now repeat until the anxiety declines a bit. Dramatic? Not really. It’s been a crazy seven months. I remember way back in early March when one of my employers, Roundabout Books, took our staff for a beach reading trip to the Sylvia Beach Hotel. There were a few news stories about COVID-19, but we didn’t know much about it yet. We read, drank coffee, walked on the beach listening to books, and relaxed while our husbands sold books and took care of customers at the shop.
Over the summer, my husband and I planted a huge garden. Spent evenings watering it, marveling at the growth, and harvesting when vegetables ripened. We shared potatoes with friends, family, co-workers, and still have several hundred potatoes left for the winter.
But, did I use all that free time to write? No. It’s been on my mind to return to fiction. Where all that made-up ongoing dialog in my head has a place to land. Where I can write about fun romance. Where I can escape this current state of the world. I do have that half-written book still on the laptop. It might be a good idea to read through it and see what happens … the magic of writing might return!