My stats have bottomed out. That’s ok, you’re all busy queuing for toilet rolls at a safe distance or disinfecting the letterbox for the postman. I’m just trying to stick to my accountability experiment, which is, unsurprisingly, not going well.
Writing is impossible at the moment when the world is so insane. How do we take in the immensity of the COVID-19 pandemic? Instead, when I need down time I’ve been doing some crochet, which allows me space to think/plot:
and am attempting a sourdough starter after the last one exploded the jar:
For anyone interested, two Irish online endeavours started this week inviting writers to contribute work. Both are well worth checking out. The first is Pendemic, which describes itself as ‘Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together.’ Their submission guidelines are here, and they stress that they welcome contributions of all sorts from beginners as well as established writers.
The other is The Holding Cell, which features virtual readings by writers in place of the many literary festivals that have been cancelled. You can watch on the site, via YouTube or Facebook. So far there have been readings by writers like Nuala O’Connor, Belinda McKeon and William Wall. You can also apply to be a reader here.
Speaking of writers, this is a lousy time to have a book published. This coming week, I’ll be featuring two Q&As with writers whose launch plans have gone very awry, one celebrating their debut and the other on their third novel. I hope you’ll pop by to read about their wonderful books and respective writing processes. The first goes live tomorrow.
I’ll leave you with ‘You Gotta Have Heart’, a rousing song from Damn Yankees that I think is very apt for these times when mental fortitude is so important. I may have sung it loudly to myself a few times over the past few days. Stay safe, everyone.