No, I don’t mean physically; I mean something else. Where are you mentally, spiritually?
With the attack on the capital ten days ago, I was in a rather dark place. Removing the news, the TV, and all of my social media friends who were ready to lynch half the country, I needed to get away.
Where the hell can you go?
Besides teaching myself new skills and taking care of a lot of things that need taking care of, I am ready for a change.
Today, my background picture, is of a castle, most probably in Scotland.
By the fog behind it, I suppose it is by a lake or lock.
The rolling hills are covered in dew or possibly frost, but man, are they green. There is an interesting dichotomy between the castle and some tiny frame house in the foreground. I have no clue what the little round buildings are with pointy roofs; maybe one of you knows.
Anyway, my mind has been on that farm or those green hills a better part of the day.
I wrote one of my novels where the characters were in Scotland. I loved the research, and I went so far as to find people to speak with. Truth told, much of my lineage comes from there.
I did the DNA thing with Ancestry. Be careful what you sign up for. You might not want to know.
It is all fodder for stories. While we wait for the cure or whatever will come to be, the best we can do is keep a stiff upper lip and push on.
Where are you?
Are you ok?
Are you keeping your wits about you?
Are you exercising and eating, right?
There are stories out there. There is fodder for your stories and your novels if you are writing one.
When my characters are busy, asleep, or hiding, I find other things to occupy my hands and my mind.