Lockdown, two months on

On 17th March 2020, two months ago, I wrote: “But I’m hopeful. Things will stabilise and get better, because they have to. I’m trying not to think too much about the details of how we’ll get there.” Grappling with uncertainty Just under a week later, on 23rd March, the UK would enter lockdown. And hereContinue reading “Lockdown, two months on”

The novel hasn’t started yet

In my denial at the prevalence of the coronavirus, I kept telling my friends that the novel hasn’t started yet. The dramatic thing that would hook the reader – the Prime Minister dying, the virus mutating after a successful vaccine and killing even those in perfect health, countries turning against one another – is stillContinue reading “The novel hasn’t started yet”

Grappling with uncertainty

Sometimes, in our narcissistic human brains, it’s difficult to consider catastrophes to be anything but a personal attack on our happiness. Thousands, perhaps even millions, of people around the globe are affected, are suffering worse than I am, but it always comes back to ‘I’, and how the affects on this ‘I’ are unparalleled. NoContinue reading “Grappling with uncertainty”