There is a low level, ever present fear
One month ago, I was struggling to finish my contemporary Western romance. The demands and pressure of my full time job as a midwife, taking care of the house, the pets, troubleshooting issues with my teenage and young adult children, my husband and my elderly mother are a lot to juggle. I’m overwhelmed by just reading the last sentence.
Creative writing has always been my outlet and I love escaping into my characters’ world. In the last week of normalcy, I had a research paper to edit and finalize, and that was certainly not an escape.
The novel should have been finished by now. I make most of my deadlines, but sometimes they impose themselves on me.
One month ago, the theoretical threat of COVID-19 became real overnight. I woke up hearing that there was a cluster in New Rochelle, which is very close to New York City. The Metro North…
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