I hope this email finds you well, healthy, and safe. As a writer, I'm not usually one to be stuck for words, but these days I'm finding all kinds of new realities.
When I started drafting this message on March 9th, I was going to tell you about how I was (finally) submitting my book to agents, and how weird it was to be sending out my novel about a global pandemic virus when that was something that might be on our horizon. After these last two weeks, I'm feeling as though our horizon was hiding something behind it's back and has reached up and smacked us on the head with a sledgehammer.
I have no magic answers. I have no easy fix. I vacillate between thinking "All we need to do is stay home and love one another and that will solve everything" to "Oh my god this news looks so bleak" and expecting to see the Four Horsemen strolling down my street. I am a joy for my family in both these instances, of course. When I'm not checking the sky for locusts (or quizzing my family on whether or not they can smell things), I am trying to remember to be hopeful. Kind. Generous. And patient. Oh, so much patience. You can find my latest blog here about remembering to demonstrate human-kindness during a pandemic (and how it will make you feel better in the process).
I'd love to hear from you and how you're coping, managing, or if you have any new cocktail recipes. Some days I want to save the world by loving it. Other days I think self-medicating is really the best way to show self-love. The confusing thing about humanity is that both of these things are right, at the same time. Thanks for being some of my favorite humans.
Take care of yourself and the ones you love. Be well.