All our thoughts, and lives, are currently full of Covid 19, not to be confused with 19 large, intelligent, black birds, that's corvid 19 or a murder of crows.
I've not come to terms with the effects of the pandemic, I can't yet write about something so immediate and so close to home. Trouble is, I'm having difficulty concentrating on writing about anything else as well and there's an article I really need to get on with.
I have already begun writing about disasters. A short story about flooding in Yorkshire and the beginning of a story about the effects of climate change, also involving flooding.
I'll put the Yorkshire story here soon.
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