It’s hard times, isn’t it? Here in New Zealand, we went into lock down early, as soon as the first few cases of Covid-19 popped up in people who had not themselves been overseas.
Even earlier than that, people with preconditions or over the age of 70 were advised to enter a protective bubble in their own homes, and physically distance themselves from anyone outside those in the bubble with them. That meant me and my dearly beloved in our bubble, and our children and their families each in theirs.
We heard from the support agency who looks after our son, who has multiple preconditions and who flats with three other people with disabilities. The service put each of their houses into a protective bubble that included the households of the care workers that supported the residents. Bless them! They set our hearts somewhat at ease.
With two weeks of lock down over and two of the original commitment to go, the Prime Minister has been making noises about potential extension, and about reducing the restrictions in some places but not others. We’re resigned to whatever happens. Unlike most places in the world, we moved strong and early, so have a real chance of eliminating the virus within our borders (as long as we keep them shut for the duration). That’s worth staying home for.
Meanwhile, I’ve been finding it hard to write. My mind keeps circling in a endless round of anxiety, and I tend to hover over the latest statistics as if knowing them is going to make a difference to the outcome.
Mind you, we’ve been busy. We’ve spent days trying to sort out an extension on the settlement date on our house, since moving is not an allowable activity under the current restrictions. We’ve talked on the phone for hours to our son and a support worker trying to get movie channels set up on the house television — we paid the subscriptions to help out with keeping the guys contented and at home. We’ve helping neighbours out with sprouting seeds and other supplies that we had and they didn’t. We’ve been keeping up with our other family and friends.
In fact, one 96-year-old friend grumbles that she can’t get anything done because people keep ringing her to see how she is!
I’ve also read a lot of books, watched several movies, broken my high score in Sudoko, and played hundreds of games of WordScapes. At least some of those activities feed the imagination.
Still, deadlines don’t wait. I’ve managed (at the eleventh hour) to get To Wed a Proper Lady up for release next week, I’m in the process of getting Amazon to put the prequel novella Paradise Regained up for free, and already have it free on my own bookshop and at other distributors, and today I hope to finish the companion piece, Paradise Lost, which I plan to give away free with my newsletter.
Bit by bit, I’m getting my writing mojo back, and I keep reminding myself that these are difficult times, and my Prime Minister’s frequent admonition to ‘Be Kind’ applies to me, too.
How about you? What are you doing to weather this storm?