Difficult Times

We’ve never in our lifetimes had as difficult time as we are facing right now, I suspect. Certainly I haven’t. I’m not able to go to the usual venue (the Prince Albert Hotel in Gawler), to have our usual weekly meeting for two reasons. I’m not able to meet at a hotel, and the hotel is closed anyway.

In fact there isn’t really much I can do:

go to the doctor, yes, probably, if I have to

go to the supermarket, yes, but there may not be much to buy

go to the fruit and veg market, yes, but again, may not be as much there as usual

get my legs waxed, nails done etc, no (but I don’t get my legs waxed anyway, and cut my own nails …)

visit my friends, no, I’m not allowed to do that …

weddings, funerals, hair cuts, ‘boot camp’, barre, yes, but with only far reduced numbers allowed

These are strange times, and all around the world, governments are trying to work out the best ways to deal with the Covid 19 Virus pandemic, which is killing some of the people who contract the virus. And there are some ridiculous things being said and possible cures given by people tho have no real idea of what they’re talking.

And as a writer, I’m trying to settle my head to write a series of Cosy Murder Mysteries … Sheesh, it is so unlikely my brain will settle down to tell tales of gentle murder in a cosy little town, when the TV in front of me is talking non stop about people dying for real, when their lungs fail them because of this virus …

Poetry might be a better way to go, but again, the kinds of things I usually write seem so inappropriate to me right now … If I was a writer of post apocalyptic novels, then my brain could take up a lot of the stuff on my TV, but it would seem to be non fiction, rather that fiction. One of the members of my writing group is finding this very thing, actually, scary stuff.

I will do my best to get my life going on, ‘as normal’ but these are not normal times. I wish all the best to everyone out there, as you also try to deal with these ‘interesting times’.