I know it’s been said by many people (myself included) before, but man does this pandemic mess with the sense of time passing. Part of me still thinks it’s April or May, aside from the fact that I am no longer in self-isolation (tragically).
But another part of me is stunned that September just disappeared. Where did the month go!? I suppose I can’t complain… I sent off my next novel for editing, I had an ad air on a podcast I really like and that’s caused a spike in book sales, and I have a short story that’s already been purchased that I just have to finish writing!
Which is what I am going to get back to as soon as I finish this.
Other than that, not a lot happening, other than the slow decay of the Western World. I’m worried about the election to the south, as any sane Canadian would be. But there’s nothing I can do about it, so it’s like watching a train wreck in slow motion. Still, it causes me a great deal of stress and anxiety, but I don’t think I’m unique in any way there.
Lastly, my Shakespeare course has well and truly begun. We’re on Week 3, our last week studying Richard III before moving on to the next play (I want to say one of the Henry IVs?), and it’s been relatively interesting. I still don’t really understand the universal fascination with Shakespeare’s work… but that’s okay. I respect it, I suppose, and I hope to one day get a little bit of the longevity his work seems to hold onto.
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!