As Australia opens up, many seem to rush headlong back into their old lives. Shopping centres are full of people who seem as if three months of isolation have not existed. Others still hide inside their houses, venturing out to exercise and shop for necessities. I learn of writers stunned by the whole experience, unable to write a word, and others galvanised into action by the enforced solitude.
My writing output has been directed by the growth and shrinkage of the elephant who occupies my writing space, by the need to keep going, keep writing, even if most of it is not going to be of any use in the long run.
Our small critiquing group has again met face to face, but our larger monthly meeting will almost certainly still be using the platform Zoom since we hire our meeting space from the council, who are not yet sure how they will move forward.