Groundhog Day. The days blended into one. No distinct feature to separate. The dishes akin to a broken record. The TV playing in the lounge room ceased offering comfort. The news promoted a daily dose of dread. Reruns of old sitcoms lost their charm. Even a bottle of wine no longer appealing and the thought of sharing misery with others cringe-worthy. Even the most robust of personalities took a mental beating in lockdown.
Sighing, she placed her hands in the sink and washed the dishes on autopilot as she stared out of the window. Images of a fantastical land formulated. Harry Potter eat your heart out. Opening her laptop, words raced onto the page. The muse came home.
Note: I told myself I wasn’t going to go there… Some weeks are harder than others, I’ve hit a snag. Being creative is my solace and I feel better for writing this. A new novel idea was thrown at me this week. Time is an opportunity 😀.