Being busy, social isolation, workday inundation

Came to a realization—I am busier than I thought. And I was already busy, with projects left, right and centre, and getting through Covid. I am working some great behind-the-scenes stuff for Lethe Press, attending to my short-fiction collection Fear Itself, bringing in new editing clients and, of course, guiding horror novel number two into the shape it wants to be. So on that note, I decided I will not be around on social media much, and more in a waiting-in-the-wings approach than terribly active, so I can do my thing.

At this stage in the pandemic, social isolation has taken a noticeable toll on my inner circle, with  neither emails or tweets or phone calls for weeks. For my part, I am great with initial emails, and the rare phone call, but then I may take week after week to reply.

So as we all wait for our second vaccination date, assuming we were lucky enough to already have the first vaccination, we have maladjusted to lockdown measures in Ottawa and simply retreated a little more each passing day, week, month. During the onset of the pandemic, it seemed there was almost a pause in the workday pace, and we could almost catch our breath as anxiety threatened to drown us. Now, we are inundated and workdays are full, in addition to taking care of ourselves, our houses, our loved ones, and continually navigating the now-inscrutable codes of Covid-19.

I’m feeing a lack of focus right now, hence my musings on the current vibe of the pandemic.

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