“There is nothing so patient, in this world or any other, as a virus searching for a host.”
― Mira Grant, Countdown
It’s been hard to sit down and write. I purposedly decided not to write “to find time” because it’s not true. I’ve been avoiding writing lately.
Since the beginning of the year, I’ve been writing a book. Not full time because I have a job that actually gives me a little bit of money and I’ve been facing what we call writers block.
However, today I had to quickly get a lot of stuff done to get to my hand lettering class. I squeezed in a few tasks I really did not want to do, just to get it over with, and as I sat in front of my screen, I realized the class is tomorrow. Maybe it’s a sign that I should write, maybe I just need more sleep or maybe I’m just to stressed or unhappy with the way things are going right now. Nonetheless, I thought since I’m already here I could as well write things down.
Sometimes I wish we would have a device that writes down our thoughts, or a feather like in Harry Potter that writes stuff down for me. Most writing ideas come to me late at night or while walking somewhere or sitting in the bus. Basically, every time I don’t have the means to do it.
The weather has been cold and grey without hope of summer coming any time soon. The perfect book for a weather like this is Madame Bovary. A book that feels cold and grey. That is what she must have felt. It is very difficult for me to make up my mind about it. Sometimes I can sympathize with her, others she just seems kind of crazy, which is a natural reaction to her living conditions. This constant pulling and pushing the reader is making me go crazy. Some days I devour the pages, others I do not care to read more than a sentence. Sounds familiar doesn’t it? And still, even this tragedy is more interesting than my life at the moment. The virus can’t be blamed, it’s doing everything to survive; the government can’t be blamed, it’s doing everything to make sure we take the worst course of action possible to handle the situation; and we people are doing the best job at all, blaming each other like children instead of focussing on a solution. TOGETHER. This is what I would have written if I hadn’t seen human stupidity grow to a new level this past year. Maybe the earth is just trying to get rid of us.
Aromatic deception 