“When time becomes hazy and slippery, [our] focus is scattered. After a while, you gain a little clarity. Quarantine becomes a microcosm of life itself: When you come to the end of it, what would you like to be able to say you’ve done? Doing something is better than doing nothing. And a tiny bit a day, I began to write” (novelist Carolyn Parkhurst). My chronology has been the reverse. The longer the pandemic drags on, the more ambiguous the endpoint, the more effort it takes to keep going. But, because I’m a worker by nature, I continue to write every day, and the energy is self-sustaining. Read more of my thoughts about writing at REFLECTIONS.
