Well, the first work week of 2021 has passed and what a doozy it was. I won’t go into upsetting global and local news in this age of pandemic and fascists being fascists in the most fascistic of ways. But I will share a tiny bit of personal news: I’m writing fiction and poetry again.
Not much. It’s very much a baby steps as a point of recovery kind of way. Sentence by sentence. Paragraph by paragraph. Reminding myself to be kind to myself and acting like this is some kind of writing physiotherapy. But language is happening again, and I am content.
That is all.