Before the pandemic, I spent a lot of time refreshing my inbox, hoping for good news about writing projects, acceptances, awards. Now, I refresh infection rates and death counts, bracing for bad news from friends and family. The Coronavirus, for all its horrors, has kept my needs and desires in perspective. A “no” from an editor feels so much smaller now than it did before. It's hard to feel too badly about a small dream slipping through your fingers when the whole world is unraveling.
Hard questions, easy answers 🌱
Hard questions, easy answers 🌱
Hard questions, easy answers 🌱
Before the pandemic, I spent a lot of time refreshing my inbox, hoping for good news about writing projects, acceptances, awards. Now, I refresh infection rates and death counts, bracing for bad news from friends and family. The Coronavirus, for all its horrors, has kept my needs and desires in perspective. A “no” from an editor feels so much smaller now than it did before. It's hard to feel too badly about a small dream slipping through your fingers when the whole world is unraveling.