Lockdown is coming to an end (hopefully) and I’m not quite ready. I don’t feel like I’ve used the time well – I wrote, but not as much I wanted to. I spent an lot of time just curled up with a book.
But – as I read the other day – we’re living through a crisis that will be talked about forever. They’ll make films about it. People are already writing books about it. The history textbooks will be massive and in fifty years time school children will write essays and learned scholars discuss it.
So, just getting through it was enough. And now we can see a glimpse of the end, I’m thinking – so, I didn’t write. Probably because I was busy just getting through it. But I will write. Everything I learned and read, everything I went through and experienced (and will experience – it’s not quite over yet) will influence what I write for the rest of my life. Whether or not I write about these two years (and yes, it will be two years once it’s over) they will have an effect on whatever I write – or choose not to write – on the years to come.
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