Sunday, May 24, 2020

Giving up?

Update: since writing this, I have resumed work on the novel.

I am not a novelist. I've wasted good ideas for short stories by trying to think of them as novels. However, if I revisit them, and I have about four I think I started on, maybe I can rewrite them as long short stories. I'm very down and depressed. Hardly an hour goes by that I don't spend partially in contemplation of throwing my hat at it all. 

I wish this coronavirus would go away, it's so worrying and depressing. So much anxiety, fear... We're shielding each other here. A ticklish throat, random cough at night: is this it? Are we goners?

Then sometimes interludes of welcome respite in the garden. I wish goldfinches would slow down so I could have time to get my binoculars and have a good look at them. They flit to the bird bath and are gone in an instant. I'm going to go for a long walk today, my 3 mile walk. I've been taking the 1 mile route most days or staying in all day. Meanwhile here's Donny...


Giving Up by Donny Hathaway (Spotify)