Today, I forgot about the bad news.
For now almost three weeks, around the same time every day, I’ve been reading the resume of the daily press conference held by the authorities.
And, thanks to writing things, I forgot.
Escaping in the words
After the peak of adrenaline due to the choc of seeing our whole lives being confined, first for a couple of weeks, then for a couple of months.
Now, it’s been almost a month. It will be one more month. Probably more.
I’m going back to my old self. Less news, less live write-in (less youtube period), more drawing with my kid, more daydreaming.
In the backyard, a pair of cardinals often visit the bird feeder, along with several other birds and squirrels. When we’re not playing hide&seek that is.
And then, the stories. The words. All the other worlds.
It’s time to re-read Lord of the Rings, time to listen to more audio book. Watch cooking shows.
Time to write about a popular ex-athlete struggling to get rid of the ghost who’s ruining her perfect (or she thinks at first) existence. About a teenager dedicating her young life to mourn her dad.
Time to write myself away from the confined stay-at-home-mom duties and chores, good times and hard times.
Is there a better way to escape than in a fantasy novel or in a good novel, period?
Fellow writers, thank you, thank you, thank you for reading! Until next time, may all the good words be with you !
Marie Alice Writes & Reads 