A new year on our doorstep, that’s what. A fresh start for some, not so hot for others. I like to think of me tackling the former, not the latter. I treat it as just that, a fresh start. It takes a bit of effort, but what the hell it’s worth it.
The problem is is bringing along what’s left over from last year. Not that 2020 wasn’t a disaster. The pandemic hitting us with little or no warning. For those who found themselves tested positive for Covd19, it’s an added worry.
Which means facing two-weeks of isolation – at home or wherever – leaves many in limbo. What to do with nothing to do can be a problem.
Many friends tell me I’m lucky with all this isolation. Working all day at my desk with nothing better to do than writing whatever I’m writing. They scoff when I tell them that may be true, though there’s a downside. Like what? they wonder aloud.
There’s usually a set pattern to my day. A break to enjoy my first coffee; lunch followed by catching up on small things like making sure the fire in wood stove hasn’t died down.
The luxury of not having anyone interrupting me – Roe seldom does – when I’m working dialogue that’s giving me trouble
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Author’s comment: There is someone who hangs around who delights me. It’s a little character called Tintin (see below) whose adventures are found in a series of books - and animated films - published some years ago. Mention his name, and the French around you will grin from ear to ear.
