Excuse me, do you have the time?…Thank you. Er, how about the day? Yes, I did ask what day it is. Okay, thanks. And also the month, if you don’t mind? Oh, May already, is it? How the time flies, and also drags, when you’re in the middle of a pandemic.
Oh, I’m not going to whinge about being bored. That’s an insult to the medical personnel, grocery store employees, and other essential workers who haven’t stopped helping the rest of us since this whole thing started. Bless them. Me, I’m still not working the day job (loosely affiliated with retail), yet I haven’t written those dozen novels I had been planning on writing either. And I like to bake, but not that much. Come on, now.
Let’s face it—what the psychiatrists and trauma experts warned us about, that we’re going to spend a lot of time doing nothing at all, is definitely a thing. Most important, they said it was okay to do that.
So I’ve embraced it. When the only motivation I have is to stare off into space, I’ve decided to stare at movies and TV shows instead. Read the rest of this entry
As is probably apparent in my previous blog post, I was livid at not only the actual choice to kill Abbie off, but also the sheer ineptitude with which it was done. As a writer, I boggled at the ham-fisted fashioning of the season finale (series finale? at this point I hope so)…actually, at the entire trajectory of the show after the creators left at the end of the first season.
Jayne Denker 