How could it have been a month since rest entry? After all, we in Minnesota are under a shelter in place order … which has almost no impact on the daily life of a writer. Ponder and tap away at the computer in splendid isolation? Check. Long walks turning over plot ideas and character flaws? Check. (Except, of course, staying at least six feet away from the other walkers and runners—and there are a lot of them. In Minnesota, it’s a triple whammy. Until the last couple of days, weather turned warm AND so many people are working from home or out of school AND many of those people have been sheltering just long enough to be stir-crazy.)
I’ve been working on continuing rewrite of the third novel, Fail Deadly. I have an excellent editor who has suggested a fairly major change, and a knowledgeable New York advisor said the first line of the story has to be much better or no agent will look beyond it. And novel four, Fatal Cure, has been dead stopped at a plot problem. (I think I’ve solved that one.)
And then for the first week or two of the shelter order, there was the challenge for those of us over fifty to master the technology of meeting on line. Now, that’s done. Last week, I hit four services in one day: FaceTime with family, Vidyo for a doctor appointment, Zoom for a workout session from gym, Skype for a critique group.
It will be interesting to see how the world of communication changes when we come out of the Covid19 pandemic: all of my critique groups now meet on Zoom … attendance has risen; after all, members have more time on their hands, and the barriers of travel to the meeting are non-existent.
So much for excuses. Back to the writing …
Hadn’t thought of it John. But you’re right. My daily routine hasn’t changed that much any more than ours since shelter in place. The main difference is I sequester myself at home rather than at coffee shops and libraries.
Yes. The good news for both of us is that this awful time hasn’t prevented us from our work, as it has so many others.