Here is mine:
I blame the quarantine for getting me to write again.
It
has been a long time, over six months since I've opened the Scribner
project file for my second book, Atlantic Crossing. I was having an
extended writer's block. It started soon after I had my writing group
read it and make comments. It was much too soon. Stephen King said
that he writes the first draft with the door closed and the second
with it open. Even then, it is only his wife that gets to comment on
it. I better remember this advice in the future.
There
are other reasons why I didn't write for so long. I live on my
sailboat in Greece. In spring I have many boat maintenance projects
to tackle. With a helper to assist, we clean, sand, varnish, and
paint leaving the writing simmering on the back burner of my mind.
In
summer it gets even harder to get any work on my book done, because
there are so many other, more fun things to do, such as suntanning,
swimming, and hanging out in a cafe with friends.
I
promise myself to write in the fall and winter when the weather
deteriorates and I spend more time inside my boat. But this past
winter, I fought and lost this promise, and instead played on my new
keyboard, read, cooked, napped and of course, browsed the Internet.
In
mid-March, Greece went into lockdown due to the Coronavirus and for
the first two weeks, I followed the developments online. But now, I
see that this will be a long quarantine and so have accepted the
inevitable lost summer of sailing. After reading that Shakespeare
wrote King Lear during the plague, I have finally set up a schedule
to work on my soon to be a bestseller.
I
blame it on the quarantine.
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