A Time to Write
I typically connect with clients and many friends by email, text, and phone. Some things haven’t changed with physical distancing. People are still looking for work, writing, and connecting. Some things have changed. I’m not writing in my writing group, seeing my grandkids, and meeting with friends in person. The funny thing is, when things slow down and I have time to write, my writing mind seems to slow down also.
This morning I got up at 5:00, not my usual hour, and decided to write. I found TheProse.com again. I hadn't looked at the site in months. I decided to write on the Prose Challenge: "You’re living on the street and you want it to end." On a cold dark morning alone in my office I came up quite a story. My Clean White Bones came to me as quite a surprise. I didn’t realize I could conjure up such despair. https://theprose.com/post/344323/my-clean-white-bones
I want to thank everyone at The Prose for inspiring me to imagine such a dire destiny. It is amazing what a writing community can inspire. Maintaining connections to writing communities, friends, and family has helped me stay socially connected while maintaining physical distancing.
Writing, walking, and reading alone then connecting using all the great tech available is keeping me social.