This is starting to get me down. I suppose it’s not surprising after a month. I have it easier than a lot of people, but I’m longing to go for a walk in the woods to smell leaf mold and maybe even roll in it.
I’m still writing. If I can’t escape the house physically, I can at least escape in my head. I finished the SF flash and entered it, and I entered a couple of stories for an anthology of humourous speculative fiction, both of which have been rejected. Now I’m writing a story inspired by the goats invading Llandudno, which I’m enjoying. I’m also working on translating the third edition of “A Breathtaking Window on the Universe”
Spain is cautiously going back to work – sort of. People who can’t work at home and don’t work in crowds are going back to work wearing face masks. I’m hoping that the printers will be able to finish printing the English edition and deliver them within a week or two. Not that I’m expecting to sell many, you understand, what with no tour groups and all the the tourist shops closed, but it wil still feel like progress and getting back to normal. The current state of emergency is set to run for another week. I don’t think we’ll be out of lockdown then, but maybe there’ll be another losening up. I’d love to be allowed out to exercise. We’ll see what happens.
Fingers crossed.
