At her father’s funeral, my wife could not hug her own mother.
I told my Instagram friends that they should not listen to comedians and others; that in these terrible times in particular they should post pretty much whatever they damn well want to post if it makes them feel a little better.
Spending more time on Twitter recently, I see as well that lots of writers are extra-pushing their books. Some are making them free, even calling them (in my opinion, rather tackily) "Coronavirus sales."
I have been working slowly on the new novel. It won't be out before probably late-2021 at the earliest. However, as we are all stuck inside...
Where we should be is HOME, wherever HOME happens to be.
To talk about SOMETHING else and innocuous briefly.
In posting all of those silly captions, clearly I have lost my mind...
No one is an island, and suddenly many of us feel like castaways: marooned and alone.
Aged 89, my father-in-law died unexpectedly early Monday morning (nothing to do with the stupid virus insofar as we know) at his home here in London.
While I have not listened to her start to finish narrating through any of them, from what I have heard she has a decent speaking voice.
We should sensibly (wherever we are in the world) wash our hands more than usual and minimize human contact, and stay home if possible - especially if we feel the slightest bit unwell, particularly because this COVID-19 virus seems to be quite fatal to those over age 75. So where better for us to spend time "self-isolating" than here on the net? 🙂
A NOVEL is NEVER a FACT book... it is a STORY.
After we are gone, what will be said about us? Like everyone else, I suppose authors do wonder too...
In down time sneakily I have been considering - and writing - a bit more of the next great project: the novel that will eventually be.
My "experience" since 2013 has been this. I went the "indie" route for these reasons...